Laconic light says everything,
Blent with every place and time;
Thesaurus earth’s imagining
Lives by synonym and rhyme.
The cherry stone’s a batholith,
A planet’s magnetic core;
Fruiting flesh cleaves to pith
And grows into its contour.
The gardener by his occult art
Prunes a necessary end,
Grafts a cutting from his heart,
Some stunted growth to mend.
Mountain stumps muster heights
Of land long-weathered;
The farmer’s goat protests, fights
But stays fast-tethered.
Grit has edged into the shell,
Reserved beneath deep sands;
Above, a ship rings its bell,
Summoning on deck all hands.
Silence in the mouth is rolled,
Savour of ruins, forgotten kings,
And men who murdered all for gold
And envied birds their wings.
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