He tends an orchard no one planted, each tree bending with the weight of memories no one asked for.
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He tends the orchard no one planted
where each tree forgets its name
The fruit hangs low with memory
but never tastes the same
Some swell with childhood promises
others bruise with might-have-beens
One tree drops regrets in spring
and ripens them by wind
He prunes with care, no question asked
Each cut unburdens time
Once carved a branch into a flute
and played a wordless rhyme
A plum hummed softly in its skin
A pear exhaled a sigh
He fed a stranger half an apple
and they remembered why
The seeds won’t sprout in daylight
They root in dream instead
One grew into an old front porch
Another into dread
He picks in silence, hums in thirds
His basket made of sleep
He once fermented laughter
that made a widow weep
He doesn’t sell the harvest
just offers it by feel
One bite might end a question
Another might unseal
He keeps a journal in the soil
bound in twine and dirt
The pages fill with names of fruits
that never learned to hurt
And when the orchard closes in
and dusk begins to thrum
He eats a fig called Almost
and forgets what he’s become
About this song
A garden of memories grown in hush, each fruit a dream that’s almost real.
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