The Apple and the Onion

I drifted lonely as could be

along the briney shore

and sought some ancient part of me,

but found it there no more.

And there amongst the flotsom-

great incongruity-

an apple and an onion;

one like you, the other me.

The apple, still intact inside

and undiminished by the sea,

was sweeter than a blushing bride

in innocent reverie.

The onion, battered by the tide

and washed upon the shore,

reminded me of tears I cried

when you walked out the door.

I drifted lonely as could be

along the salty shore

and sought some ancient part of me,

but you were there no more.

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(Some of my best ideas for poems come from my walks along the Gulf of Mexico. I had to laugh when I saw an apple and an onion floating on the tide...it seemed so incongruous after seeing thousands of sandals or "flip-flops" along the shore.)