Steve Nestor


The Perfect Apple - Poem by Steve Nestor

The moment was perfect in that instant,
As we leapt from the yellow cab's doors.
The bright lights of Manhattan in the distance,
On our honeymoon night in New York.

The Arctic wind slashed so harsh at our faces,
Like a Stanley knife cutting through board.
Even this could not dampen our spirits,
On our honeymoon night in New York.

We stayed on One Hundred and Nineteenth,
And were told that the cops do not dare
To frequent this high up in the Apple, even
On our honeymoon night in New York.

We paid him the full forty dollars,
And then added on five as a tip.
As he handed our case from the trunk of his cab,
On our honeymoon night in New York.

We skipped up the steps, taking two at a time,
Hand in hand as we burst through the doors.
I kissed my wife's lips as we entered the lobby,
On our honeymoon night in New York.


Comments about The Perfect Apple by Steve Nestor

  • Valerie Dohren (8/25/2012 1:46:00 PM)

    Excellent write - well written, great little story. (Report)Reply

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  • (8/17/2012 10:31:00 AM)

    I like this a lot, well written poem with substance and style, witty, well observed - good one! (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 17, 2012



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