A single young apple tree stands
Against a perfectly rose-Dcolored sky
"Keolg Kol...hey, an owl is crying"
From the electric light on top of the hill
To the gelatinous illumination of the city's streets
"Keolg Kol...is there something wrong with that?"
The boy and girl shaded in the cloak of black
Feeling an areola of blue light
The boy's lips smell of celery
The girl's cheeks the blossom of white clover
"Keolg Kohl," says the boy...
"I shall devote myself to you for all time"