Pieces of Eight (2020)

Up in the old apple tree

Up amongst the blossoms that perfumed the breeze
Up where the green boughs provided a shield
Against the sun that rouged my cheeks
but never the apples that grew small and green

From my crabapple throne, I pitied those who were down
With feet stuck to the ground, not swinging free from
a pew in nature’s church, while I watched the world
Up where my heart felt at home


Written for EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT
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