Poetry

FIG TREE

21 March 2016

Tangled fig leaves

             float

above my head

 

Green wind vertebrae

            listen

to the soft grey pearling in

          ascension

 

The tendrils

               of my mind

stretch out and

                 weave

over and around the skin

                    of the leaves

the bough

           curls between

the seeds.

 

The fig tree follows

               my skeleton

 

           heart

our roots and veins

              our arteries stained

a budding pulse of green.

 

 


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