Can eyes close tight,
image a treebranch?
Would this treebranch,
if you sight it,
have fruit dangling
from its tip?
Has that tip tucked,
pointed moonwards,
extracted milk
from far planets?
Could that space-place
please us fully,
memory’s itch
satiated suchly?
Why THIS treebranch
shining spacious,
blooming rightly,
coaxing smiles?
Have two persons
unjoined pre-birth,
discovered union,
shared our earth?
How may greenthings
thrusting lifewards,
spill forth newness
thru time’s threshold?
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