By Their Fruit Poem by Fred Rik Kesner

By Their Fruit



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trees
by their yield
are known

but i -
my sap is sealed
my root is dry

listening
(to death)
with stranded attention

death
too
can be sweet

in the dying breeze
thereafter, leaves fall
silent





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