Lemon trees

 

When days were somber and the winds were rude, I begged the sky to fall

With hands wrapped tightly around the splinters of August, I parted the earth, severing established roots like old, sunbaked bones

You always loved me armed & in warpaint,
drowning me in reckless hues that somehow matched the madness in my eye

I saw you in the garden one day, frail & hunched & there were demons on your back

The fruit trees died the day I left