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


National Poetry Month
NaPoWriMo Day 16
Almanac Questionaire

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