The ripe apple
Soon falls
And rots
Into the Earth.
Isolated beach
Cold slimy wet rocks
Howling storm beneath
The calm exterior
Of the Sea.
Hmm. Misery.
Ashes.
Is it possible
To turn ashes back
Into flames.
To rewind the hands
On old grandfather time.
To give someone
Your bread
Your wine.
Is it enough?
