Still In Silence
A Little Poem on Still-life With A Teapot
All those apples and apricots, oranges, pears –
I don’t really know if they are.
I am looking at silence.
The line of beauty does not even whisper.
Somebody leans on my shoulder:
“T’was me, I came along accidentally and took a bite.”
Who is he? Must be Adam, smiling at an apple.