Apples Go Round


Petals already wilting, whirl down,
leaving green nubs naked,

astonished, and round.

Braving wind and worms,

they inhale blazing summer,
swelling reddish-skinned sweet.

Apples are coupled to the fall;

if they had faith, how they’d shriek

when they felt the letting go.

With fructose bait for seed’s dispersal,
some decay unseen, clad in leaf,

a feast for wasps and tree.



- Joe MacLean