Great gift of purple apples! The distant stars, the far-in sugars

of their skins. With light in certain

shades of the world, autumn of limited

use in the world, I could go

for a day

in the word canteen.

In the world outside

I have yet to put in. It looks as though the bridges

are standing in aquarelle. You know propitious

comes of going-forward. Where the horse in mind

unfastens earth, fastens thirst

to a treelike task.