blooming or withered
she’s sustained us all
this singular tree
glisequins of rain
dripping off black, bare branches
translucent star fall
六十六
bringing out buckets
dishwater and bath water
apple tree might live
Old tree’s branches bare
But for a long vacant nest
On verge of tumbling.
by PMu Ink
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