i wonder, if you will
pull at me, as you did
the apple tree
in the back yard
of my youth.
i have no fruit
to bear, as you do;
no great dream that
motivates me to my
witless, awkward
end. i stand, stoic
and inconsequential, but
when you come to reap
the benefits of my
barren soil, when you come
to take, and take and
replenish nothing--
you know i
will give it all.

11/03/2008

Posted on 11/04/2008
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