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Out in the orchard,
before the first apple
placed gently in the bag,
snap of the McIntosh
to my bite, sweet fragrance,
taste of Fall, cascade of memory
in the first bite. Red ripe fruit
yielding to my grasp
Thick heavy branches,
like bunches of grapes
A full bag, alright two,
in a matter of moments
Apples for a month,
on their way home

October 2, 2007 2:11pm

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