…Said The Teacher To The Student

What you’ve handed me are seeds.

What I want from you are trees:
whole groves of oranges, fruit hung

plump and bruised from bent limbs.
Better yet, hand me these same husks

dug up and cut open, oozing
with all these possibilities.


One Comment Add yours

  1. Goodmorning Thom, I have a question about the poem you wrote for me via Kickstarter. Do you have an emailaddress that I can mail you privately?
    Gerrit Band

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