The Parents They Would Be
For M. and M.
wise in the ways of county fair judges
who could name us
the names of every apple
went into our sauces and butters and pies and cobblers
and tarts and ciders
but don't
who pass slowly among
the fruits of our labor
as if there were all the time
and nothing better to do in the world than to praise
and to savor
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