Tuesday, April 7, 2015

poem of the day April 7


The tree in front of the house
was  an apple
that had been pruned
for the last wedding
Then it was painted
golden to turn out
cider and pies
for the other apple tree
that time had claimed
back for the earth
I was the only one watching
knowing that no other
would  ever see
the two dance
together for the sake
of a spring afternoon

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