Poetry: Strawberry Tree

You’ve lived nestled alongour side fence—undiscovereduntil now. Touching yourwater-soaked trumpet flowersI marvel at how perfect you are. Whydidn’t I see yourblushing bright cardinal-red berries as more thanbackground noise? How could I miss your intoxicatinghoney-rich smell? AncientRome called you goodluck charms, could yoube what I’ve searched for—an answer disguisedas hidden treats ploppedinto my aching hungry mouth? Gritty, mutedLire la suite « Poetry: Strawberry Tree »

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