Something in between here

There were

New leaves on an old apple tree

When April broke.

.

There was

The neighbor’s hoarse laugh

Soured by beer and night,

Sharpening the point where morning

Turns the other way.

.

There are

Far off places where things are ahead

And different

Stirrings of home

In that way younger years

Can hold us in a spell.

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