Carter M. Flynn

From Afar

There they are planted 

Alone but together 

Aware of my gaze 

For decades I stare

I\'m no longer convinced it\'s a phase

Trees with fruit so ripe

Beyond that gate so high 

A height I can not climb 

The nectar must be so sweet 

I wish the trees were mine

They mock me from afar

Frustration makes me sick 

Oh I love them so

But their fruit I will never pick

 

                        -Carter M. Flynn