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Friday, June 30, 2017

THE LAST APPLE-a poem 6-30-17

THE LAST APPLE-a poem    6-30-17

It seems likely that I shall be
the last apple on the tree,
at least on most branches,
hanging barely on, just barely
but still here, left alone
to bear the fruit, to be
used by that sneaky snake
to tempt fair Eve
and drive her far beyond
the gates of Eden.
I alone am left to hold
fast and steady the memories
of blossoms white and summer ripening
and the fall…


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