Ordinary fruit is better
on ordinary autumn nights.
Sometimes I prefer ordinary words
strained of all sweetness.
I heard the last bus depart
before I crossed the divide of sleep.
One large fruit dropped in my dream.
How far did it drop?
I’ll ask the wind leaving in the morning.
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