Have you ever opened a cookbook to find
apples strewn across the page wantonly
coupled with eggs, sugar, salt, and nutmeg
then turned into whips and flummeries,
snows and soufflés to tempt tastebuds into
thinking fresh fruit might be hidden within.
Imagine deep in underground storage,
the last of the wintered fruit
those few withered berries, moldy oranges,
and desiccated apples all just wait
to be hidden.
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