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….