Apples To Oranges by Kathie Anderson
The day was dismal as
you were seated beside me.
It rained buckets of dreams.
A couple of ripe apples, I suspected;
others imagined a sunny day in June.
It took some time to gather
fruitful thoughts, but words sprang
forth like tender leaves.
The first taste was sweet enough,
but something unfamiliar lingered.
Clocks ticked in silence as our awkward dance continued; keeping time to separate tunes, the lyrics somehow sour.
Stepping back to look again
revealed the consciously hidden truth. Both ripe, yet different and hopelessly incomparable.