Monday, April 28, 2014



Oh my darling Clementine,
your name is holy,
like that child of ancient tangerines,
clenching an entire world
in gnarled and fragrant claws,
its limbs reaching through
mist and myth to dimensions
wherein citrus spawn are legion,
linked, aglow, buzzing with energy,
and worshiped;
there may be worlds, dare I whisper it,
bereft of that sweet fruit entire,
but my child take heart,
guard rind, wedge, and seed,
may you ever pluck and squeeze
from bole & limb life's juiciest desire!

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