Apple Lifting
Not letting go,
just adjusting
my grip.
Holding now
to the core
as much as I do
the branch.
Holding now
to myself
as much as I do
the past.
A balance of sunshine
and green shields
equaling summer.
A balance of incoming sweetness
and protective height.
An apple
lifting
its own ripeness
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