As I was walking under apple trees.
As my dog was with me.
Yes my father had died not long before.
Yes Fall had come without him.
I said, “insufficiencies of the living.”
I said, “living…”
What cheer to be alive in an orchard.
That was what I thought.
The apples, golden,
Were suspended
Like nothing I’d known
When my old man was alive….
Planet of the Blind 