Poem - Newton's Law

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    Newton’s Law


    She appeared
    leaning on my door,
    tossing up and down
    a polished winesap,
    the Apple of Discord.
    I pause:

    Who chose the apple
    as the fruit of the fall?
    Atalanta’s were threefold:
    golden delicious.
    Arthur’s misfortune buried him
    on the Isle of Apples.
    Paris doomed Troy
    bestowing on Aphrodite
    the fated fruit.


    A sinful peel twisting
    ‘round my finger;
    a core, nothing more, remains.
     
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