Fig Tree
1.
in summer
we sit in the branches
picking leaves
from the strands
of our hair
we break the stems
and touch
the bleeding tips
to our tongues
2.
quietly
the fruit falls
aging in the soft
shoulder of the ground
flies gather
eating life
before the ending day
3.
summer fails
gathers
and fails again
new grass
grows
crowded against
the wooden fence
my mother
kil...
Tuesday 27th February 2018 2:50 am
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