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when I was young like you
when I was young like you
(somewhere between 12 and 22),
in tune with climbing apple trees
on branches that dared me to fall,
I hiked the unfamiliar orchard woods
to a shaded streambed (keeping in my head
a hunter’s map home) and losing
my peanut butter and relish sandwich
to a swarm of bees (those bees were not that
hard to please), I ate fallen, tart apples instead.
