the apples are red this morning
as if they were an avalanche

a surplus of blue sky
takes to the road

to play hooky
and size up the country

nothing more than fruit
and shape and color

a handful of wild daring
a sudden overcoming

the hurt that comes from too much happiness
and not enough time

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