"dazzle gradually"

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Polly Alice

Friday, August 6, 2010

Apple Fest

We two girls, good little Baptists,
with fawn brown hair
walked to the Apple Fest.
Down Boiling Springs Road
and around the bend --to
St. Edmund's.

Curled across the parking lot
were strangers in crowd.
not an apple in site,
but it sure was loud.

What were they doing?
We couldn't quit tell. 
No apple cake, or fritters,
donuts, caramels, or pies.
What kind of Apple Fest
left out apples, and why?

Then we stood in one place,
and our hearts skipped a beat--
catching the Autumn sun, buoyed
by big fists in white plastic cups.
Would Christians drink beer
out here in the air, What if someone
caught them laughing,
drinking without care?

A magician stood near
with tricks for the kids--
playing cards with red roses
shooting from his sleeves
Witches and Wizards and magic
in black was odd to have at the
church, even out back.

We were undone,
our knees were quite weak
Baptists are different, we said,
they like to bake treats

They'd have apples, and plenty to eat.
We headed home with our stomachs
agrowl-- Tomorrow would be better
better for sure.  There's be something
good at the Methodist's.
It was their Fall Fundraiser Chili Bowl.

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