Summer's Apple
the apple tree
in my grandmother's yard
low branches
secret shade
our place to steal
time from the world
safe from others
with their gin and regrets
I remember you
so young with pink ribbons
clambering up on rough branches
cursing your shoes and clean dress
shining smiles down on me
invitation so sweet
daring so bold
me shy and earthbound
I make low limbs my perch
you laugh and swing over
robins startled and scolding
grabbing apples so fat
our warm summer rubies
carelessly tossed down my way
so eyes closed I bite in
loving that crunch
a little taste of forever
but glancing up into yesterday
with a last slice of memory
your dress now only sunlight
bright patches dappled on branches
and looking down
I'm surrounded
by fallen apples
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