Purchased a sack of apples from the merchant

The apples were lush, and we spit out the pits

The seeds scatter into the soil

Through dawn to dusk, year after year

Fresh ripe apples came, with their big luminous shapes’

The tree was a dwarf, with no mesmerizing hues

Maybe it wasn’t the Tree of Love

Maybe it wasn’t the Garden of Eden

But at least it handed me more apples