Our Lady of Perpetual Astonishment

sweet plums spilling out a forgotten tree. they’re happy to pass even if it’s a D. as I age I’m realizing there’s no finish line. as I age I wonder about time. apples go thwump in the quiet of night. from society’s corners they’re itchin’ to fight. no matter where it’s planted you’ll reap what you sow. no matter where you find yourself you can grow.