Tiny tree, regular-sized apple & some poetry.

bonsaiappleFrom “What to Eat, What to Drink, and What to Leave for Poison” by Camille T. Dungy:

But now, in spring, the buds
flock our trees.   Ten million exquisite buds,
tiny and loud, flaring their petalled wings,
bellowing from ashen branches vibrant
keys, the chords of spring’s triumph: fisted heart,
dogwood; grail, poplar; wine spray, crab apple.
The song is drink, is color.   Come.   Now.   Taste.

Read the whole beautiful, messy thing here.


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