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…
JRMcF
johnrobertmcfarland@gmail.com
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