Poem 20160416

after dark i sneak out the window
down an old oak that grows
next to my room

i smell apples in the breeze
soon we will all be
filling bushels, dreaming of pie

but tonight, it is still warm
or warm for here
and i button my flannel shirt

this town is filled with smiles
smiles on people
and walls, alleys, the abandoned

warehouse where they used to
ship out gag gifts
that smile has faded now

and i think about leaving
before the harvest
before i’m caught in apple dreams

i look up at the stars
and i only see stars

——

Published by crow

I'm a writer and a dabbler. I live in Washington. View all posts by crow

whimsygizmo April 16, 20167:15 pm

I like this visual, especially:
“this town is filled with smiles”
🙂
1. Crow April 16, 20167:18 pm
  
  Thanks very much!
transcribingmemory April 17, 20164:21 am

Wow. Very beautiful. Beautifully hollow.
1. Crow April 17, 20166:16 am
  
  Thank you!
memadtwo April 17, 20164:28 am

Really captures the longing for something not quite yet defined. (K)
1. Crow April 17, 20166:17 am
  
  Thank you!
BRH April 19, 20163:33 am

Most evocative!
Crow April 19, 20165:02 am

Thank you.

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