Unburdened by apples

I took apples across

the country and back.

I didn’t shine them,

I didn’t eat them,

I didn’t even know I had them.

They lay hidden beneath

a coat in my bag.

They’re perfect, perfect,

potentially perfect.

May you, like me,

be unburdened by apples.

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