Smallgrove
(“I will plant it, and
it will send out branches and bear fruit. It will grow into a mighty cedar.
Birds of every kind will nest in it and find shelter in the shade of its boughs.”
Ezekiel 17:23b)
We wished the ground would be more forgiving,
having planted eight fruit trees 4 years ago or five;
the peaches are stretching and dropped their fuzzy
orbs juicy on the sparsely seafoam hill. The apples
are slower, the plums more miserly with a handful
of purple sugar the sun and leaves conspired to create.
Two trees of unknown fruit point grey and tan branches
like upraised hands admitting they wish they had been
ready this spring. The deer are hoping,
and the pie and crumble the kitchen dispenses,
while we wait the next turning of Giant Blue
and listen to the blue jays announce
having planted eight fruit trees 4 years ago or five;
the peaches are stretching and dropped their fuzzy
orbs juicy on the sparsely seafoam hill. The apples
are slower, the plums more miserly with a handful
of purple sugar the sun and leaves conspired to create.
Two trees of unknown fruit point grey and tan branches
like upraised hands admitting they wish they had been
ready this spring. The deer are hoping,
and the pie and crumble the kitchen dispenses,
while we wait the next turning of Giant Blue
and listen to the blue jays announce
They have possessed a few branches
as their own.
as their own.
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