Shake Down

After the harvest

when the tree is bare

it keeps in its fibers

in the frozen air

the memory of apples

green, yellow, red

the imprint of sweet sap

and firm flesh that's fled.

* Translated from Romanian by Diana Der-Hovanessian

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