Fruit Tree
I pick up an apple
And say this is a pear
You roll your eyes
You really don’t care
Anymore, whatever, call it whatever
It’s overripe and starting to smell
I cut it open and extract a few seeds
Here, stick one in the ground, if you dare
Then go on your way
Call it exile, call it anywhere
I’ll be the one who waters it
Watches it
Shelters it from winds
By the time it starts to shed leaves
You’ll neither distrust me
Nor remember to trust
That I'll do as I say
Either way it becomes a tree
That dangles with succulent truth
Whoever wins
Gets to keep the shade
As for the fruit
I promise, I promise to share
12/10/22
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