Three Poems from Gusts 22

that barren tree
he wanted to chop down –
not long
after he left her
blossoms on every branch

empty shelves
and a skeleton staff
at the bookstore
all the smell
have been let go

a pregnant pause
when our conversation
ripens…
apples all gone
from the lower branches

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