Poem: Handcraft

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Handcraft

I hide my hands from my lover
Dripping in apple’s wine
The season is now morning
And you do not harvest

I shall pick the fruit
Forgotten by my lover
I shall reap the rewards
Of the farmer’s labor

Dance across the leaves
That shine with dew
Hop along the river
A trail you once knew

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