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The Apple Orchard

June 20, 2017
By chsongbird GOLD, Arlington, Massachusetts
chsongbird GOLD, Arlington, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
"I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it's these things I believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn't all she should be. I love her and it is the beginning of everything"

We always go too late in the season;
They and me, my parents and I.
Every year, the same:
I’m strapped into a carseat
And driven, an hour and a half
To the apple orchard,
To rows upon rows of browning trees
And stinking fruit wet with rot
Trampled underfoot, hornets crawling
Lazily through the apple carcasses.
The trees are too old and tired now
To proffer up a forbidden fruit
For little me, my golden head
Bobbing up and down between the bare wooden stakes.
So instead of apples,
My father buys me a plastic bottle of apple cider
And lifts me into the sky.
It’s too late for apple picking
But too early to let me go.

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