You demanded
I consider Heaven
I thought of lasting beyond
after life
it made me feel tired
like the rosy apple
has its season
its brief glory
then falls to become earth
recycle itself in
spell of worms
I replied
there is nothing I need
in Heaven
once you have
bloomed and sent nectar
into the recess of time
you need then to sleep
your head heavy with pollen
until the bees come
and make ten fold
your apple blossom dream