there are enough
stars in the sky
for all of my wishes
and all of yours

my reasoning
is no better
than yours

we climb over
one another
like we were monkeys
in a puzzle

like we were alligators
in the reeds
our big bug eyes
breaking surface
all that menace

you need what I have
and vice versa
we all want
our version of joy

the apple in the tree
doesn’t recognize the picker
doesn’t care about much
at all
apple sauce or gravity

we will eat the apple
or the worms will get it

if we eat the apple
or not
the worms will get us

Michael Dennis