Fruit (unafraid)

a seedless vendetta
of coal and stone
-nothing grows
Hair tells stories-
Other side
of the window
An Ash tree falls
to Borers
Cambium weeps
was green
now gone
Humus.
The hair hangs loose
strands pull
fill palms
handfuls of amber
anchored to nothing.

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