Autumnal Tang
Wild Apples
One autumn day, my mind told me to play
and let our hungry body find its way
to trees with rarer apples fit for picking.
We found a feral orchard strewn with slough,
the apples gnarled, all small and tart and tough.
Their biting tang on lips and tongue was shocking.
Surprised when older, we thought they tasted sweet
and seemed a perfect feast we would repeat—
tamed by time, did apples do the picking?
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Ralph
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