When Did It Fall?


What was I doing
when the fruit
turned ripe

and dropped
below bent branches
to waiting earth?

I promised
to pick it for you
but I was late,

too late
to see your smile
when you tasted it.

You'd left
before the sun
rose that day, and I?

What did I do?
You were gone.
What have I been doing?


david coyote

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