Butler Pennsylvania 23


        Apple Tree


One day while passing hurriedly
[was it on Third Street?]
I caught sight of
an apple tree
in red streaks, running,
when suddenly it stopped,
the right foot stretched out
for the earth in front
the other high behind,
with one arm thrust forward
the other cocked chest high:
swiftness caught in flight
at the moment of victory
in dappled red and green
dashing across the finish line,
while runners pursuing him
stood to the side, rooted, gaping,
motionless like trees.




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