We share an apple on the point.
I carve Swiss Army slices while
angry waves gnaw the shore.
Wedges pinched between thumb
and blade. She munches idly,
toeing spiders in the sand.
The breeze holds all the rage of the
Atlantic. Traces of gunpowder
David Huebert works, lives and writes in Halifax. His poetry and fiction have appeared in journals such as Event, Matrix, Existere, Vallum and The Antigonish Review.
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