Apple Cider
Today I celebrate apple cider,
Cold and murky echo
Of the sweet peak of September.
Rustic like a farmhouse,
Gift of time and labor,
Rich with its own sediment.
Taste the sunlight
Hidden in the shadow.
No One I run until I am invisible and free from the tendrils of the day and the treadmill and the others who fill this space, free of my gho...
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