Boxcars
Ambrosia, Pink Lady, and Honey Crisp
flaunt ruby as harvest apples appear.
Stacked ears of corn on the cob
await shucking, boiling, salt & butter,
then the chattering-smile of front teeth.
Cleaning the cob a row at a time
will probably need a toothpick
or a fingernail.
When the tooth fairy got my front
teeth at the age of six, my mom
would cut the corn from the cob
with a ...
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