I lived in an orchard
in the sun-green society
of leaves. The shade
lures me under trees still
for long stretches
when the sky
withholds rain
and the season
threatens fire
and the birds
mistake my open back door
for open air.
I lived in an orchard
in the sun-green society
of leaves. The shade
lures me under trees still
for long stretches
when the sky
withholds rain
and the season
threatens fire
and the birds
mistake my open back door
for open air.