Small Hard Things
Who is stealing his few apples?
He tends that tree – fruit small and hard
still yellowing toward gold and sweet.
They hang temptation from each bough.
They wait like weather. Now? or now? –
still yellowing toward gold and sweet.
He tends that tree. Fruit small and hard –
who has stolen his few apples?
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