A Lemon Tree Grew Here

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A lemon tree grew here

all in one night
in the dark
after I left the room.

I turned out the light, went upstairs
to close my eyes.

A bitter seed dropped out of my mouth.

I was swallowed by sorrow. But your tears 

drew me into an open space

and showed me where new
light and breath and body can be.)

Sudden stars burned overhead. 
(Although I did not see them
they found and fed me on their silver fire.
Sent shimmers down through the roof, the ceiling.)

Roots and leaves sprouted with the in – season beat of my heart.
Buds flowered just before dawn: I could taste the inside of the green world.

The eating of starlight is a different kind of feeding.

A different kind of growing kindles a sweet – flesh lemon tree.

Darlene Witte
Darlene Witte

Professor of Education, (retired) at Johnson State College in Vermont leads the Green Mountain Writers' Poetry & Performance workshop that meets on Zoom each month on the 1st and 3rd Tuesdays at 7 PM ET. Find out more at https://www.meetup.com/green-mountain-writers

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