The front lawn is strewn
with apples, unpicked, rotting.
A waste of sweetness
(I walk by this house on my way to work and wish I could jump the wall and rescue these unloved apples)
The front lawn is strewn
with apples, unpicked, rotting.
A waste of sweetness
(I walk by this house on my way to work and wish I could jump the wall and rescue these unloved apples)