Against Hope

I look at the apple tree in spring
And see how the blossoms fade and fall.
I look again in summer and see
How the fruit of its early promise
Now bend thin branches under their weight.
And in autumn I see what we know—
Even strong winds rarely take apples
Any distance at all from a tree.

About John MacKenzie

I'll mumble for ya. Poetry, plus most things quantifiable: science, neuroscience, memory, epistemology, baseball. And so on.
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