“It will be three dollars for those apples.”

“I know, three is the most fundamental cornerstone of life.”

“What?”

“Thank you for the apples, sir.” Out of the store door, no time to lose.

“This is my time.” An avalanche is about to hit me, I must keep fast and vigilant.

“Here’s an apple, lady.” The old one smiles, then frowns. She’s out of the rearview mirror. I draw paths of squiggly lines through the streets, I don’t want to be found.

“Here’s an apple, son.” The young one smiles, and stays smiling, he doesn’t understand what he just heard was treasonous. A right for me and he’s out of sight.

“My heart is a globe, and it feels all it’s pains.” People stare at me, their glare’s won’t hurt my confidence.

“Here’s an apple, ma’am.” The middle aged one smiles, then frowns. She reaches into her purse, she thinks I’m perverse. I’m circling the streets, nowhere to go. 

“One road leads, the rest are dead ends.” I turn back, the reds were up ahead. I have one apple left.

“The more the tree, the more the fruit.” I take a right, the red are just in sight. I turn back, going left.

“Here’s an apple, sir.” The middle aged one smiles, the frowns. He reaches into his pocket, to turn me in, as like an illegal rocket. 

“The red is here, only because I said dear.” I take a right, I’m in the central plaza. They come up the streets around me, and clear out everyone besides me. I broke the rules, only it’s and people’s suffice. They hold their guns, just waiting for me to make a move.

“Rightly so, I don’t want to live here no mo.” My tree is cut, and no one said a but. If only they had talked, I wouldn’t have had to walk the road of pain.