So the apples fell,
and Adam bruised easily
as the leaves first cracked.
Eve foresaw the grumbles.
The damn kids heave stones
towards the river, the birds, each other,
and she knew
there'd be days like this:
"But, at least there's seasons!"
Eve chides, hands on hips,
while a sated
snake of paradise
slithers west from between her feet;
leaves the gate wide open.