Apples [For Throwing]

Me and Randy
Made like toy soldiers
Running through the orchard,
Coming home from school.

A raindrop, then a shower.
Apples shatter on the ground,
Popping open like smashing pumpkins;
We split.

Charlie and Alan were hiding.

Apples at that tender age
Where they explode on the ground
But still bruised a rib.
Apples like grenades
Cut through treetops
We ran –

Charlie and Alan were hiding.