Great Grand To Be

Carried on the side of your knife like the good part of an apple
traveling to the picker’s mouth. You are one ear. I carry you like a key.

The key locks curtained rooms. Resting, scrutinized, the witnesses to the dream
before the dream wakes up. Pushers and healers. The heart is a fruit of the push.

We circled that orchard like a fenced field. We picked the good fruit from the ground.

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