I had no references, of course.
I'd asked and been rejected
-- you'd think that God would simmer down,
his wrath was unexpected.
But, anyway, I got some work
at houses, schools, and chapels.
I'd rake and hoe, then Eve would bring
some big red juicy apples.
We'd nestle down beneath a tree,
Eve curled against my arm,
we'd take some great big juicy bites,
then run in mock alarm.