Clementine
Amidst silent morrow's plea,
I plant myself in the ruins,
of a clementine tree,
fusing to the roots,
under the carriage,
of life and death,
her barks brittle,
sweet breath,
meeting mine,
in undress.
Copyright © Kate Davies | Year Posted 2024
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