Apples

My grandfather used to say discoloured apples
are a lesser produce. That such brown blotches
are a testament to its lack of succulence.

He scoured at its flesh, left the apple to rot in compost
to feed a future generation of flawless fruit.

Mottled apples remain apples.
They have seeds, for future young;
They have flesh, untainted and sweet;
And their trees date back centuries,
surviving years of abuse from hurricane winds,
still nourishing society to spite their critics.

From how I see it, all apples are worthy for the societal fruit bowl.

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