The Apple Peeler

The day it rained
in large drops
we could photograph.
A cigarette
another one.
Trashcan on the banquet
dance floor.
Tall building like
smooth, white soap.
A woman walks away
wearing a shirt full
of cherry-red apples.
Close friends-
the girl and her baby
doll.
Ant
over the hill.
Natural-
the red flowers
with their backs to us.
The photograph cannot help
but change
constantly.
It will rain
again.
Starting at the core
requires
the right utensils.
One long
curve.
The caption of our eyes
below the skin.