The low lying fruit in trees
has never been easier to reach.
It’s ridiculous to think
something so easily gathered
was expected to be left alone,
please avoid the low lying fruit.
Broken sadness,
started with tiny lies
together, they blurred the lines
today it’s much too much
to avoid the low lying fruit.
That same fruit
is sold in stores today
it’s what we feed our children.
This original sin
brought to consensual lips
aches for just one more taste,
just once please.
Who’s to say,
who’s to blame
for this unforgettable request.
Forbidding the consumption
of an over abundance of fruit,
low lying or otherwise
was the worlds biggest set up.
Why not invite the strangers
to come and feast from the tree,
everyone could plant a million acres
everyone could sin together.
Down on broken knees to palms
across a field with low lying fruit
most would crawl if it meant
everyone shared the blame
allowing poor Eve
to move on with her life
and be her best self.
Dragonfly Poetry 