She will. Share. But first she buys. To be precise, to be scientific (and isn't that at the core of food?) -- UEB32642. The Opal apple. The melding of a Golden Delicious with Topaz. Note the russeting around the stem. She's thinking of all her friends with beautiful aging hands & faces. She slices an Opal. This fruit, unlike others, unlike what the mirror says, will not brown. Will not show its age. The flowers, too, etched in glass -- remain untouched. Unlike the poems written three decades ago, she now is re-reading, retouching. At what age, are words ripe for the picking?