loading . . . An Apple on the Head of Morning When I rise from sleep, the mirror asks me for my ID. I say, I am geranium, horse hoof, and dusky sky. I am the length of a boardwalk pier, then ocean roar. I am all thumbs and rush-hour traffic wh… https://richrantblog.wordpress.com/2025/07/24/an-apple-on-the-head-of-morning/