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Shake Down

After the harvest

when the tree is bare

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it keeps in its fibers

in the frozen air

the memory of apples

green, yellow, red

the imprint of sweet sap

and firm flesh that's fled.

* Translated from Romanian by Diana Der-Hovanessian

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