Shake


shake off the people
who do not understand your worth, they
are apples rotting on your branches
in the autumn; they were not chosen in time –
envy ferments them late in the season
shake them free and let them land
in the soft dead leaves
where they belong

not all relationships deserve nurturing
and you are the tree who can grow
whoever she wants around her

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