Gnarled Branches of a Jujube Tree

A debauchery seed into an arid soil was the start of you. Although your roots spread deep and wide in this uninspiring patch of earth. The growth of your trunk is stunted by a loveless life. The sap of you is diseased with obsession and narcissism. Your thorny branches are gnarled and grow many thorny gnarled branches that bear small hard bitter fruit that falls to the ground and feeds the worms. In your dotage years, the earth and the sun and the way things went rotted you completely. The memory of you is afflicting, yet heartening. copyright 2017 Looking At The Light From The Bottom Of The Lake