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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