The Wild Cherry (Poem)

the wild cherry lies half hidden beneath a scaled root

an ancient finger reaching in gnarled arboreal hunger

it fell ripened red with a side of yellow but would sour the tongue

though the oak might seek that tang as a bracing relief

from the sweetness of rotting things

the land beyond the fence belongs to untamed plants and feral creatures

and all that reach whatever end moulder there

leaves joining fur and bones in the fecund of decay

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