APPLE TREE PRAYER
Tough, goitered,
pin-whorled survivor apple tree,
tangled in the
paddock fence, by-blow of an apple core
tossed from a passing
car;
tutelary genius of the
road’s verge;
ancient Adam, Apulian
Priapus
guarding the sheep,
lecherous roots dug down
with all of the
malevolence of one
that well knows that
he is an accidental
bastard and refuses
to go anywhere.
The few hard little
balls in his branches are
tart acid green, dull
red, frantic as beating hearts,
not even good for
cooking or jelly.
God of troublesome
apple trees, grant me
the tenaciousness of
that squat, scratchy goblin
offering up his
withered, wizened,
sour, stomach-ache
fruit that no one will buy.
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