Personal Essay

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….

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