Bloodlines

What reason?


Captured by their beauty
I stood
Wobbling on wooden fence rails
Arms stretching outward to
Balance a shiny red apple,
Open-palmed and
Fingers snuggled together.
 

Chomping down
They
Spew sticky sweetness that
Collects in cracks between my fingers,
Runs in clear thin veins
Toward my elbow.
 

My heart
Pumps my passion,
Filling me with
Love and wonder.
Passion forming
With my first breath.
 

Or perhaps…
Long ago
In white Russia
Where great grandparents
Trained
Majestic, noble beasts
For the Czar.

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