Adam's Apple

That scent Y’know, fall Cool, crisp, tantalizing Caressed the orchard. The fruit of summer’s labor Weighing on sap-thinned branches. Tiny fingers Had claimed Low hanging bounty. The chivalrous and daring Sought a higher calling. They strolled Amid the beauty Holding hands Dreamily leaning One on the other. She stopped Pointing upward It hung….high Above them all. He climbed For love knows All folly. The cast comes off In three weeks.