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...what with yesterday-today being Tu B'Shevat...
Mepkin Abbey (South Carolina), December 2012
A few knots away
from the graves of soldiers and gadflies,
trees entwine
with the remnants of promises.
An apple tree in my mother's yard (Kentucky), April 2008
Briyah
On the New Year of Trees,
I squeeze the last
of the backyard grapefruit
my sister picked for me.
The lemons from her yard
are steeping in a jar,
the vodka from a friend
who died six years ago.
The pantry holds olives
for when I miss Greece,
which has been at once
for ever and never --
its unburied garbage
and unappeasable ghosts,
its sunlit branches
and well-tended ruins.
Now and then,
I dream of my mother
in a house that is neither
hers nor mine
and yet we know
our way around it,
the way I know
how this pie will taste
even though I have
not yet cut into it.
- pld
Mepkin Abbey (South Carolina), December 2012
A few knots away
from the graves of soldiers and gadflies,
trees entwine
with the remnants of promises.
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| From things that make me happy |
An apple tree in my mother's yard (Kentucky), April 2008
Briyah
On the New Year of Trees,
I squeeze the last
of the backyard grapefruit
my sister picked for me.
The lemons from her yard
are steeping in a jar,
the vodka from a friend
who died six years ago.
The pantry holds olives
for when I miss Greece,
which has been at once
for ever and never --
its unburied garbage
and unappeasable ghosts,
its sunlit branches
and well-tended ruins.
Now and then,
I dream of my mother
in a house that is neither
hers nor mine
and yet we know
our way around it,
the way I know
how this pie will taste
even though I have
not yet cut into it.
- pld
