RUSSET


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RUSSET

RUSSET

Fall apples, browning apple cores,

the mottled carcass

of an old trolley car, abandoned

deep in the forest.

 

What was once ambitious,

robust, rambunctious,

now burned the ruddy

color of rust,

 

bourbon, monks’ robes,

faith and trust,

the russet scrape against the skin

of reddish-brown cloth.

 

                             -Dick Allen

                             Atlantic Monthly,

                             reprinted in This Shadowy Place: Poems

Categories: Poems & Photos

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