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Longest of Summer

Hear my leaves
As they rustle and shiver
Here comes the longest of summer
I am but a lonely tree

Lying in hopeful repose
Of what love may dance
On the next breath of summer breeze
And pick my ripe fruit

Many upon many
Pass me by and pay me no mind
But I do not dismay
I wait for that one

And yonder
A golden lass comes
And marvels at my wealth
At my resonating trunk

I hold my breath
And tense my twigs
Please pick a spade
Amongst my hand

Every batch
Of every tree
Has its worms
I pray, pick fresh!

She carefully selects
And indulges
In its sweet flesh
Whispering in ecstasy

My timber heart bursts
Pumping rich sap
Through my dilapidated roots
As my bark and leaves shimmer

And now
She feasts on my fruits
As I shade her from the sun
While our rings of love grow

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by andywontdie aka steve shealy. Enjoy.

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  • knot2tangled
    January 29, 2008

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    Yes! Yes!

    I loved the metaphore, was thinking of how your branches would triumph love.
    You could make maple syrup from this pure Virginia sap. Rich in flavor & style.
    Thanks for your poem.

    Knot