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From the Apple Seed
Like anvil clouds hanging over you
And the bright rainbow in its arch
I am homesick for Arlington, a place
I have never been. Like April showers
The rain is pouring and the anarchy
Is rising from the ashes. Amends are
Not easy to make, but we are aglow
And whole. I am not here to appease
Or please anyone else. I avoid chaos.
I am growing from the apple seed.
And the bright rainbow in its arch
I am homesick for Arlington, a place
I have never been. Like April showers
The rain is pouring and the anarchy
Is rising from the ashes. Amends are
Not easy to make, but we are aglow
And whole. I am not here to appease
Or please anyone else. I avoid chaos.
I am growing from the apple seed.
Published 3rd Jan 2019
| Edited 4th Jan 2019
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Submitted for “Through The Alphabet: Letter A” competition.
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