Goodbye Poem by Anne Nance
Let’s just say apples do explode.
Then what would you do
if you were sitting on a bench
in a park eating lunch when suddenly
the stranger next to you disintegrates—
just as he lifts the fruit to his
lips just as the sky tilts and
pours sunshine down on his
red hair just as you turn to ask him
to read the poem you’re reading
KABOOM he’s gone and there you sit
alone on the bench poem in one hand
apple in the other—bright bits of peel
all over your new gray coat?
More art by Tant can be found here.
Recommended listening: Gymnopedie No.1 – Erik Satie
Links of the day: Pizza in the Wild by Jonpaul Douglass