PLUM TREE (written in Amaroo)
Today, I imagined everything I owned had reduced itself down to a singular plum tree -- the kind an 85-year old Japanese poet, sipping sake, likes to tend at the end of the day. This plum tree, this solitary plum tree, has suddenly become the still, ripe center of my life -- the axis around which all my desires dissolve, stunned as I am, ALIVE, purple fruit everywhere.
Posted by Mitch Ditkoff at September 21, 2016 04:40 PM
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Thanks MD it's raining here too...
I couldn't make it but thinking of Amaroo
these and precious days..
JS
Posted by: jeff at September 21, 2016 09:40 PM
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