Apple Tree by Balazs Sprenc
Humans can be terrible.
It all ends at the cider mill,
or yards before it. Turn car around,
Make big decisions.
Winter’s menu features dust, tuna,
fallen branches in the yard, trash.
Like some natives said, “A place
is only where something happened.”
Minds are made up.
Yellow moons rise lately.
Snow hasn’t covered up the leaves.
Tell the folks I said hi.
Her Two Cents
A place is only where something happened.
Like some natives said, “It all ends at the cider mill,”
Minds are made up. Make big decisions.
Humans can be terrible.
