Rapids

First impressions
lead to fully swinging a quant to shake all
the low-hanging apples from the oldest
tree in the park. Pears

are another story.
He wouldn’t let her put them
in the fridge. She wouldn’t let him turn her
into a fish

to hook and release. No
punts. Seeds float on the surface
of the creek. It moves

so slowly this far north.
He wasn’t the one
who took her by force.

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