the Poet trees

If my poetry

were a tree,

it would be a

Gemel,

–wikipedia for trunks entwined—

a natural graft

of

olive

olive

olive

yew

(an all of you, 2—explaining both sides)

with branches that supplicate

without replication,

leaves that drop without going,

and fruit that pleases as it poisons,

the limbs which tips I occupy

–would be solid olive—

extending to the heavens.

 
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