the wasps are drunk – a poem

the wasps are drunk
on fallen apples, some close to the tree,
some far from the tree,
all rotten to the core.
spoiled,
then fermented,
now falling apart.
the sunlight speeds the rotting.
can new life come from this decay?
or will the wasps just drink themselves to death?

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