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Tania Kitchin's I Am A Tree Contest...25 Sept 25
I Am A Guava Tree
Tassels of beads light my garment
as tropical air fondles my skin
content in the ripened grace
of my arms and round, orange fruitage,
shading men from rainfall and sun.
I nestle on the ground, hair basking
in May's glint...my guava pulp exploding
from Asian roots born of clay, and I,
in copper- like pose, become maiden
of woods, ever- rich... and evergreen.
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