Shannon drops off 30lbsof McIntosh apples
in a clear plastic drawstring bagthey sit on the counter for a week
some bruisedoozing sweet liquid thicker than water
not quite syrupone evening Sarah cores
& chops themstarts the crock pot for apple butter
uses scraps for cidereverything simmers together
a little brown sugarthe whole house
smells like autumncrisp leaves at each doorway the cats
snipe like summer skinkswe're cold
need socks for the hardwoodmaybe some honey
to serveeveryone outside is a risk these days
even the people we lovebut we leave
the doors & windows opento invite in
some of the world
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