Escanciador – A Poem

Escanciador 

I love to the taste of an apple core
Hard and full of seeds like teeth
An inconvenient poison of time
Hardly digestible
Stuck in throats
Willing to grow once poured away
Properly and with care
Gone with the demands of tradition
I bubble in silt

 

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