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Rotten Summer

Apple trees didn’t speak to me  
Bitter tasting fruits to end the season
Colder weather breaks in, without knocking
Drenched my body in its misery  
Every summer day spent cloud watching  
From windows that don’t open  
Granted, I was following orders  
Honoring authority whilst summertime ignoring  
It made the apples sour, I believe  
Just as it was time for picking
Kicked aside for molding  
Let me out! My orchard is crying  
My god, it’s screaming
Neglect is ripening
October frost will kill them dead  
Perhaps it’s time to water instead
Quit this game, rain on this mas(k)querade
Rile those fences til they bend  
Snap each wire that weaves in  
Thorns emerge hungry to prick  
Useless hands will try to pick
Vines still hold traces of red  
Weaving green and perished yellow  
Xenophobic gardeners and barrier builders  
Yes, it’s been a rotten summer  
Zero baskets for the winter.
Written by Thetravelingfairy
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