Yes they can -be hidden safely, see ?
Unbruised.
Coming off a sad, sad time- they fit in well with genuine beauty.
Were you up all night listening to the foot steps passing,
did you go to the window like the poem told you to; and watch ?
This morning were you willing to feel the wrenching of regret, again ?
You do still want to push truth away : The procession has gone by!
Did you look them in the eye? That opportunity is over, done.
Apples: may share shape, shine, even color range;
but for flavor Cherries win.
If I were to paint one more fruit, it would be them.
They can surpass sadness
being chewed,
going down the throat
falling toward my heart.
