in between what we

in between what we
say and do not
say, there are weighty
ellipses nearly
bursting underneath
all that
and flourishing
commas ready to carve
into each ripened
pause. and still,
we pretend that
we have little
to do with the
delivery – we merely
bend the branches
and allow each other
to pick the fruits


  1. marlowe44

    Y, this is so lovely it hurts. Those
    final lines /we merely/bend the
    branches/and allow each other/
    to pick the fruits/ is like those
    fabulous Zen Christmas cards,
    it eclipses tradition, fills my
    mind with mangos, lotus petals,
    and soft wet kisses.

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