I wonder about this seed
Can it grow into the tree I need
Full of oranges ripe and sweet
Whose viridian leaves each morning will greet
My calloused hands as their fruit I pick
Whose sensual juices on my fingers will stick
Trace the canyons and valleys engraved in my palms
Bring me minute made ecstasy 'till I scream out in pslams
Will it grow "Like a tree planted near running water"?
and "Yield fruit in due season"
Will it give me a reason
To till the the dark earth
Will it rob me of sorrow and fill me with mirth?
Will it spiderweb shadows across my tense back?
Give reprieve from sunburns it's hardy bark lacks?
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