the fruit of Happy Valley decorates the trees along the walk to the bay
apples blush and drop to the ground, the cherry is orange red
hard-sided pears, as many as the tree has leaves, present themselves in portrait
hidden under the branches, purple frost rubs off a plum’s sweet-shiny skin
a block over is an old lover, a crescent gap the size of my mouth is missing from his middle
bite taken, the remaining flesh kept cold is left to ripen
we ate our dessert too soon, a short harvest that blinked by
apples litter the ground
I am tired of apples
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Shannon Laws is a Pacific Northwest poet, voice-over talent, producer, and community coordinator. She is the author of four poetry books, the most recent “Fallen” published by Independent Writer’s Studio Press. Shannon has received two Mayor’s Arts Awards and the Community Champion Award. She makes her home in Bellingham, Washington, USA.
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