In the Garden Near the Lemon Tree

Looking out I cannot gather enough evidence Why everything in nature Seems to be a perfect setting. Like the rose petals that crowd And yet are concentric, the myena bird So brown-black in plumage, And yet crazily streaked in yellow. The tree filled with lemons Like yellow-green breasts hanging down For tiny babies to suckle, And I, looking at the perfection Of every form and … Continue reading In the Garden Near the Lemon Tree