The door bell rings.
I open up to a stranger.
I did not know at the time that this was a future friend. Not then.

Would you buy a thought? She says and laughs.
It is at no cost.
You only has to commit
to thinking aloud every time I ring at your door.

You have to speak loudly, you should know
because I am nearly deaf.
She says and laughs, again.

Behind her I see that the apple tree is done
both with blooming and bearing fruit.
Would you have something to chew at? I ask, and place her
comfortably in the corner of my couch.

nale nale
[506] nale (2003)