I’m tired
of listening to trees
so forlorn
being picked at
in every season

whinging
like what’d you want
you popped those
cherries,
plums,
pears,
and apples

stepping on rot
you leave everywhere
like you’re asleep
and all the world
cleans up after you

and that’s why I drink
wine:
cherry,
plum,
pear,
and apple

get a life will ya?
Everywhere

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Painting by the author: Permanent ink and watercolors on 140 lb. cold press watercolor paper, 8.5″ x 5.5″