Pear Orchard

she airs laundered whites

in the welcome light

stretches her toes into the chilly soil

raises raw hopes to a spotless sky

welcomes her kindred to a well-kept day

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fueled by obligation and persistence

she fills her lungs with the with the endless pulling

of shoots that reach for migratory dreams

of roots forged into iron-willed filigrees

of growth in validation of intent

of soft fruit flushed with sweet accomplishment

of solitude gleaned from community

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I dress pale

at the first bloom of the sun

pick my way in sandals of damp grass

raise my bare arms to touch the icy blue

clasp the hands of my cherished ones and sing

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I exhale and lean into the pressing

recognize resistance, then then surrender

of trembling strings beneath my fingertips

of words cast from the molds of poetries

of tint and hue set gently on display

of fiber contoured by suture and shear

of solitude gleaned from community

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my origins were planted with young trees

the need for comfort brings me here today

I join her in the irrigated grove

I let my mind run windblown and shoeless

on the tenth of April