knittingknots (knittingknots) wrote,
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Poem: Fulcrum

Fulcrum


I stare at the branch
outside my window –
last month,
covered in white flowers
a thing of soft spring beauty,
promising hope,
today leafed out,
hiding tiny fruits,
warming under the sun.
I stand at the fulcrum –
will I like you better, branch,
when you bow heavy with fruit,
or will I like the memory
of blossom time better?
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