Red Apples

I went down
to the river
to meet the widow.
She gave me an apple.
It was red.
I slept in her black arms
for a century.
She wanted nothing
in return.
I gave her nothing
in return.

The ghost
of her husband,
beautiful as a horse,
pulled up an apple cart
full of millions
of red apples

full of millions
of red apples
for us.

- (smog)