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The Apple Harvest
Back to the garden we go.
The old Ford pick-up
has all the warmth
of a womb.
Crows caw in the rolling orchards,
Omens of death whose powers
can't break such sanctity.
It's just before dawn.
The sun has yet to return
from...
The old Ford pick-up
has all the warmth
of a womb.
Crows caw in the rolling orchards,
Omens of death whose powers
can't break such sanctity.
It's just before dawn.
The sun has yet to return
from...
