I
saw one morning
A most extraordinary sight:
My
neighbor’s crabapple tree
Had
bloomed a single mirror.
It peeked
From
among the limbs
Covered
in rosy blossoms
And
buds.
It
winked at me,
The
sunlight blinking off
Its
pearly surface, and I was sure
That
it beckoned.
Softly,
I approached,
Fascinated
by the strange fruit.
Would
it crack
If
plucked from its branch?
It
did not.
Although,
no matter how
Hard
I tugged and twisted,
The
mirror would not budge
But
remained transfixed.
How
peculiar, thought I,
And
curiosity overcame me.
Slowly
drawing my knife,
I
prepared to release it
From
the tree’s possession.
Pink
and pearl together
Shuddered
horribly,
And
I knew that neither
Would
ever be mine.
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