Apple-Pig Art

   by Nadine Lockhart



If it were fall, ten years ago,
we’d be traveling through S. Willcox.

The apples would be fat as pigs,
there’d be sweet cobblers and cider.

You’d take photos to use in your art,
I’d be holding one of the bigger pigs.

When you took my picture by the trees, 
I had picked two—small, crab and green: 

smiled wide to puff out my cheeks,
placing one unripe round against each.