The Septic Tree

An apple tree was growing in the septic tank
It didn't need light for some reason
Spring has always been a very terrifying time for me
The mud getting between my toes
And sweating on my whatever that part of the face is
As I pushed the body over itself into the hole
I would like to take a moment to remember
The street looked yellow-pink from the atmosphere
But my neighbor reminded me it wasn't those colors
This neighbor woke me most mornings
She wanted an apology
And thought by waking me she might get it