apple memories

skeins of geese
calling, mingling
over fresh-rent potato earth,

your hands, bruised
from too much mechanics
pick up another one

the crate full of fragrances
almost unliftable;
memories

enter and leave
like the birds of flight
swooshing through the air.

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