written by: Stanley Wilkin
A swollen tree, heavy with fruit,
Once stood at the bottom of my garden
By the small pond filled with septic water
Disagreeably still. Ignoring it, over time, its
Fruit fell and decayed.
Over time its trunk became overwhelmed
With boles, its branches snapped.
Close by the rich soil
Was suffocated with weeds.
Stanley Wilkin is an academic and writer whose work can be seen on Google Scholar, Google Books, Academia.edu and Rearchgate.
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