When They Go
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I wonder does the apple tree mind
when her fruit is plucked from her
a season she spent nurturing
from bud, to blossom to Gala
does she feel naked without them
does the river miss the trout
that turn their backs to her
determined to find grander waters
when she is swollen with tears
they return but they are not the same
and when the tufted seedlings
of the dandelion take flight
does she weep to watch her wishes
disappear on the fated wind
Is she at once proud and stripped bare like me?
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