the squat cypress tree grew robust
and green in tough earth and yes I
was somewhat surprised my dream
brought forth such a hopeful prize
rooted at the edge of the home
where we lived in those times
of plenitude, ease and thoughtful
talks soaked in ponds of stillness
at the foot of a future
just out of reach
and so possibly pleasing
we could barely conceive.
I sniff its pungent perfume,
am taken by
an awakening
bloom,
as grateful we bathe
in its free-flowing
ascendent breeze.
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