Fruitless

Unlike almost everyone else,
I was never one to count
the seeds in my apple.
“If this seed doesn’t grow,
that one will grow”
was never really for me.
The first one I saw
was the one I chose;
I chose to count the apples in that seed,
to do whatever it would take to make it grow.

No, it didn’t grow,
because it couldn’t grow,
because it wasn’t even a seed;
I won’t pretend that I didn’t know.

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