We passed trees with silver leaves. We passed apple trees, laden with fruit. I so wanted a German apple—but I was on a bus, & the trees on private property.

The meal— a banquet in a yellow room with white latticed windows along 3 walls. The last light of the day shot through the chorus of wine glasses & silver on the tables.

I wandered to the bathroom & passed a bowl of misshapen apples on the bar.

When I returned I asked the bar maid if the apples were local—she said yes & that of course I could have one—and did I want a knife?

I said no—I’d take [the apple] with me.

I wanted apples and a bowl of them appeared. I ate mushrooms of the Black Forest of Germany--& drank & ate too much & rode on a [bus] that became rowdy with smokers & bad music & the last quarter moon rising & Mars rising and the hurricane a third of the wrld away threatening & it was the night of the autumnal equinox.

9-24-05