I finally get it!

see poetry’s apple

 

and bite into

a sweet Macintosh

 

satisfied with surrender

the taste of perfection

 

as Mary Oliver

stops me cold

 

inspired I write

on handy notepad

 

but boots stick in mud

with a squishing sound

 

***

 

sunset in window

startles me, I turn

 

to sinking sun

on purple and pink

 

black words

on my notepad fade

 

as sky becomes

a burnt piece of toast

 

night throws a blanket

over my words

 

Robert Frost whispers

“look up”

 

to rain shower

of stars