Half harvests of sweetened fruit
most of their bitter drawn out by sun
changes to vernal bright and buds
the same experiment year over year
“Things happen for a reason” they say
Deciduous things
better than the clamor of gossip
and wears of domesticity.
mystic appraises the tea leaves,
sediment at the bottom of the cup
some takes the shape of my Other - a ghost
and some a smudge that runs into Self
a stain of our vagabond lives
words © malai carrara
Image by Vadim Stein
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