3. April Tree
It is time.
So there you are
At last
Naked
I have known you
Leafed through,
I have squeezed
And rubbed
Your musky berry
Juice between
My needing palms.
I kneel to make
The warm earth
Move, parting
To reveal the root
Of it all.
I trace its line
Original
With my defining
Finger
To know.
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