The high electric fruit,
On to the heavens own;
To mankind attribute,
The lives old backbone.
Little by little cement,
No clouds light or shade;
The blackbirds’ advent,
And blue skies arrayed.
Yellowed high red dim,
Round and round it glows;
The world's full of whim,
Where it sometimes goes.
Into the time schedule,
Gathering to a reappear;
A hot eye's ambisexual,
Throughout day and year.
The high electric eye,
That gives force of a life;
The ball upon the sky,
The golden in every rife.
An apple of a paradise,
Inside the houses windows;
Light and shade disguise,
Where seed to plant grows.
Peter S. Quinn
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