Rotten Apples

Posted on by randomwordbyruth

My home…with no family tree

no roots to secure fresh fruit

no need to touch the log cabin frame

no sense in digging up roots with already stained hands

no value to picking forbidden fruit with yellowed nails

After all these years, the crows still circle above.

No mention of love.

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