L'arbre de la memoire

there is a tree where i tie my memories


to keep them safe from the wasting days.


she is a lemon tree basking in the gaze of


Helios. leaves rustle with joy at the touch


of the breeze. she sounds like an ocean


breathing deep outside my window. we


grow older together, seeing the seasons


turn in familiar colors, a palette endless


as its canvas. you shiver and shake at


the touch of the rain, a jilted lover


returned, tears falling through your


branches, the night howls.