My Common Fig Blossomed
In this, the first year of her adult life,
she towers over me, begs for water
to support all her fruits and roots.
She waves uncommonly strong
in a wind or rain. She loves the sun, too,
she loves the garden growing in view,
she craves conversation and touch.
I love her so much.
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Lovely poem.
Such beauty. Such singing in “her fruits and roots.”