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January 11, 2022 / Samuel DiPaola

The Apple Tree

I walk the Royal forest
and see the apples down.
Rot and worms and nibbles
scattered all around.
I ask a bird to marry me
and sit upon a tree.
The fragments of my broken life
scattered before me.
The tree is shook –
by some clever crook –
and we come tumbling down.

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