In the covert light,
meyer lemon flowers
cut through the noon.
Might bear someday the light
of the sweetest rind,
leaving trails in the room.
of profound aromas
from the farthest flung stars,
leaves you with wings to the
finest white horse..
as fragments of your giant self
with hooves of time
watch the season swell.
In the covert light,
meyer lemon flowers
cut through the noon.
Suckles on amalgam
of the purest dirt and moist
what do you bleed??
acidulous saps on magnetic voyages??
life ravages, keeps turning on the page
As fragments of your giant self with hooves of time
watch the season swell


the Lemon Tree

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