She's Eve

a walking poem

by Mario Milosevic

Shrouded in black

she hops after

the dark seeds

encased in apple flesh.

She stands and caws,

one foot gripping

apple skin.

Her beak pokes,

brings up

a sweet offering.

Awkward effort

to retrieve

the pebbles

at the core.

Black tear drops

she has never shed.

About the Author:
Mario Milosevic’s poems have appeared in many print and online journals, and in the anthology Poets Against the War. He lives in Washington State, where he works as a small town librarian. He has published two collections of poems, Animal Life and Fantasy Life.

Copyright © 2003 by Mario Milosevic. The poem not be reproduced in any form without the author’s express written permission.