The Lemon Tree
A gentle hesitation sits inside me
looking out and
wondering what lays ahead.
This familiar view
to the world outside will soon be gone
replaced
by new surroundings.
The branches of the lemon tree
bristle gently
in the soft wind,
the sounds of family
in all states of the day.
It is a necessary trimming,
the lemons will be so much nicer
the next time around.
always use soap
Your voice will follow me
from here
to there
of that much I can be sure.
It is a small comfort
that I look forward to
just as much as I always have
hearing your voice.
Book
Waiting for no one
other than myself.
Why the wait?
I always have a hard time
finish the last page
of any good book.
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