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