Matt Mooney - Falling Apples

I'm up to my eyes in apples,
Lizard like upon the trunk;
Heavy branches to be shaken,
Fishing for the furthest fruit:
Ripened red and yellow faces
High on top beneath the sun.

I'm in a ball filled bouncer
But I'm careful not to fall-
Just now I ducked my head
From flying fruit going down
To hop like heavy hailstones
In a shower upon the ground.

Matt Mooney

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