Lyman’s
My date with the orchard wasn’t long today
A brief and condensed appointment
I immersed myself in the stiff branches
I greeted the empires
and told them I knew them
I held autumn safe in my lungs
The hills were getting dressed as
I pulled down the fruit from the sky
hoarding memories among the bushel
When I left
I folded up my melancholy
and took it with me
The nights are stretching out
darkness tasting day
I roll away from longing
and ride back into the city
Noelle Currie hails from New England and writes poetry and fiction. She currently lives in Brooklyn, NY, where she works as a tattoo artist. This is her first published piece.
