My Neighbor’s Fruits

By Colton Claye

I noticed the apples on my neighbor’s tree

They stood there

No fences around them

Vulnerable to my imagination

I felt the warmth of pies

Tasted cool ciders

They hung there

As the tree exhaled

Tempting me

Though not tracking followers

They didn’t aspire to write memoirs

Or symphonies

Or set a date for lunch

They didn’t answer to names

Like Gala

Or Granny Smith

Or Red Delicious

Or fill out forms with them

How fulfilled they looked

To my empty stomach

About the author

Colton Claye, a native of Milwaukee, WI, is an author, songwriter, visual artist, and an advocate for all conscious creatures. His work has been featured in a wide variety of print and digital publications. His latest release, The Percussive Sun, is a collection of surrealist poetry. He sends you warm regards