two apples in a bowl
got us wondering
how we’d go
between two breaths
between two tides
before the pudding
has arrived
we were chatting
over dinner
you said
I was looking thinner
I said
rotten talk for supper
on the garden I’ll be scattered
If I have a soul at all
it falls just as the apple falls
to ground
we drank our fill
I paid the bill
a silent walk
table talk
[first posted 22 Feb. 2015]
