We all share the same destiny,
\nking or slave.
\nBut between dawn and dusk
\nthe story is ours.
\nThe apples of an orchard.
\nSome high on the branches,
\ngrowing sweet in the sun,
\nand some,
\nfalling to the ground,
\nrotting with the acrid smell of cider.<\/p>\n
What determines fate?
\nNothing.
\nNothing that we know.
\nNothing deserved.
\nOnly the chance of a falling star
\ncoming to the earth,
\nuntil the orchard is empty,
\nand the trees have no more shadows.
\nWas summer wasted?
\nWas harvest without joy?<\/p>\n
Taste them.
\nSome are filled with the \u00e9clair of wine,
\nphrases coming to the tongue,
\ncymbals in the crisp bite
\nof the skin,
\nwhile others are sanguine
\nand friendly.
\nLike a kiss full of tongue,
\nmeaty and wet,
\nno two the same.<\/p>\n
Wherever they hung,
\nor however they fell,
\nbruised or swaddled,
\njoined in a basket of hope,
\nof change,
\nwith flowers on a table.
\nI cherish a face,
\na sun,
\neyes of rapture,
\nand I tasted life\u2019s creation,
\nand knew love played its part
\nin fate,
\nmade sweet by choosing,
\nto have,
\nor have not.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
We all share the same destiny, king or slave. But between dawn and dusk the story is ours. The apples of an orchard. Some high…<\/p>\n