honeycrisp orchard
alive
in a Faribault garden
fresh Fruit
under the PROUD
June sun
juicy drips
ooze from my
drenched hair
inking the
small of my
wrist
the Fruity fragrance
frees me on
the train tracks
i’m intoxicated
i’ve tasted
the honeycrisp
i desire
my own
orchard
grown of
a Faribault
seed
