the peaches pay for the sins of the tree

the peaches pay
for the sins of the tree
in some small way
no wider than a flea
no wiser than a slash
in some small bird
for the cure of the rash
for the health of the herd

so pitied, we walk small
there’s no pretty way to flee
the sins of fallen peaches
the way you walk in me

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