Green Apples

© Elizabeth Larrabee

Mr. Abbott chased us

out of his back yard more than once,

but only after the grounded apples

had been thoroughly harvested

and we had started on

the low branches of Macintosh.

Filled our pockets

until the old man

stuck his head out the window.

"I'll call the police,

you little thieves."

Shwoosh...

We scattered like hard hit billiard balls.

We were never arrested and booked

on charges of apple larceny,

so early each fall,

while they were still

a stomach-cramp green,

we'd wait until after dark

and stuff ourselves.

Another misdemeanor.

© Elizabeth Larrabee

Earliest Recall | Lady Slippers | How Poor Were We? | Free Food

The Smaller The Bigger | Mud Flats | Speaking of Smells | Random Pieces

Growing Up the Hard Way  | No Bogey Man | Green Apples | Poor Buster

Up and Down | True Friends | Moving | Rosie's Hangout | Crystal Ball

You weren't so Hot After All | Haunts | On Acting the Way You Feel | Amen

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