Christopher Keller
The garage is full now.
Glass apple trees, a great
flood of fermentation
and an aroma of old tools
fawning over tannin.
These sweets breathe through
the foundation, their sugar
cocooned and ready to emerge
in industry, or wilderness –
whatever makes the taste best.
Our acidity is threefold:
that of abandoned Oregon dams,
an apple from a farmer’s market,
and the subtle fizz of a cool sip.
Christopher Keller is a poet and teacher living in Portland. His work has appeared in publications such as The Delinquent, Leveler and Poetry Quarterly, and is forthcoming in The James Dickey Review.