PLUM TREE
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 June 26, 2020 04:17 PM
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Gifted words, sweet to the ears!
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at October 1, 2016 11:14 PM
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