Candied Apple
The rides are still and
Lights in the park are dimming
She leaves with the best
Prize – candied apple, heaven
On a stick
The crunch of the first bite
Teeth punching through the
Sticky, red sugar crust
Juice of a tart Autumn apple
Dripping slowly down her chin
Landing on her yellow shirt –
Happy, swooning in the back seat
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