there are twelve apple trees in my garden

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i watch them from different windows in my house,

follow their branches under weights of different whites,

being pulled downwards not only by gravity but also

the gradual appearance of fruit.

on due time, 

be it dawn

noon 

dusk

or somewhere in between

i go out there

i go out there,

and i let my senses guide me

sparkly; sour; green; blushing?

cinnamon; white; with veins, without?

then i approach the tree of choice with gentle steps

and ask

May I?

and i believe, was the tree to reply in words it would tell me

Child, Why Not?

Have, Please.

Enjoy.

There Is No Such Thing As A Forbidden Fruit.

Not In My Garden.

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