The essence of an apple is a Pippin.
I still look for it in autumn markets,
just as fond of it as when only three,
as I saw in a letter from friends
to my father. I would stay
at their house up a hill from Killiney sea.
I remember being picked up to reach
for a fresh apple. I loved those friends,
and they loved having me. At the core
was attention given.
About the author:
Lavinia Kumar’s poetry book is The Skin and Under (Word Tech, 2015). Her two chapbooks are Let There be Color (2016) and Rivers of Saris (2013). Her poetry has appeared in several publications in the US and UK such as Atlanta Review, Colere, Edison Literary Review, Exit 13, Flaneur, Kelsey Review, New Verse News, Orbis, Peacock Journal, Pedestal, Pemmican, Symmetry Pebbles, Lives You Touch, & US1 Worksheets. She is a member of poetry groups in Princeton and Pennsylvania. Her website is laviniakumar.org.