Hard Cider

The apple tree predated me
And almost everyone I know
And I knew, academically,
That one day it would choose to go.

And so this week it came to pass:
The shadow that it cast has gone.
The apple tree sleeps on the grass
And there’s a hollow in my lawn.

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