i.
mango tree
soft and gentle
apple on the apple mantle
garish night
a lightening strike
and the tree falls swiftly down
(only
a
whisper
on the
lawn)
ii.
I grew up
on a little -advantaged farm
where all we had to spool
was threaded yarn
but i wasn’t so sure about me
the timetable tango was a
schooling method
the lights switched on when least expected,
and in the morning sun
you abandoned me
but I’m just a lonely child of Serendipity
the stories always end with peace
but I’m not so sure about me
iii.
Mango tree
Soft and gentle
Apple on the apple mantle
Garish night
Lightening strike
And the tree falls swiftly down
(only a whisper on the lawn)
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Painting by Childe Hassam
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