Next to the house
an avocado tree grows
over which this winter
during the night I draw
black plastic bags
to try and stop the effect of the black frost.
Tree branches around it protects
against the strong wind
but the climate attacks deadly
and every day
I and the tree have a struggle against nature
to let survival
last a little bit longer.
[Reference: Der Pflaumenbaum by Bertolt Brecht.]
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