spewing the bouquet of crabapple goosh – v2

Me and the girls, even convincing Ruth
Our feet oh so purposeful
perhaps wanting heavy boots

Mired in the muck, the slide of the mash
oh so sweet, fragrant
the scent up from the ground

Spewing the bouquet of
crabapple goosh
spreading it out all around

Sharing the joy being a kid
even if that was long ago;
don’t slip or fall, into the soup


Edited October 3, 2012
October 2, 2012
title drafted 8/30/2012,
when the apples first started falling
corner of Prospect Street and Pleasant Street
Pembroke, NH


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