our selective will/ apple harvest
- freyapayne5
- Oct 16, 2024
- 1 min read

Taken in hand,
in the round,
feeling for bruises.
The ones not breached
are snugged in paper,
to grow ever sweeter.
The ones lost to the storm
are cut for the freezer.
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