Excerpt: Weathered Fragments, Weathered Souls

From “Crabapples”

You hear the buzzing
and see the yellow jackets
as they sting your feet
and suddenly,
you notice the present world,
and toss the bitter apple into the street drain,
bidding the uninvited guest to go away.

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