Fruitful incantation keeps the snakes away
Unless it is an apple that has not fallen far from the tree
Someone will pick it up; man or woman
Dumpster dive and feel heart stricken
What is this new found knowledge
Why are my clothes torn every which way
Who was I and where am I
Questions only a solicitor would know the answer to
The aging apple never ceases to amaze the tiniest child
A thought conveyer, a snakes soothing way
At first, I wanted this to be about Adam and Eve. Next, I thought about a hobo. Finally, a child was thrown in. I believe this poem is more about thoughts than anything.
I hope you enjoy!