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Wild Apples

Wild apples rose at dawn
   hanging over me
   where I would wait for you,
      my love,
   in autumn’s light
I loved you more than I can say
When we finally stopped
   almost all the little apples were gone
   and dawn’s magic darkened
      into cold
I’m terrified...
      can’t stop
         your aching descent into madness
      must stop
         my roiling, anxious heart
With a new summer gone
   Dawn’s wild apples will return
   but you are lost to me forever

-December 19, 2006-