Unripe thoughts

They must have planned Their fierce campaign, those birds

That pecked and knocked The apples till they dropped,

Still white-pipped, green And full of acid juice.

Defenceless weights, We had to pick them then,

A weak retreat, A human subterfuge

To cosset them Like unripe thoughts, store them

In darkness, cool, Each a wrapped future hope.

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