A pink crescent moon in an indigo sky,<\/p>\n
was my ceiling that night, though I didn’t ask why,<\/p>\n
Simply breathed it all in, feeling strangely content,<\/p>\n
as I plucked fruit from a tree that was broken and bent.<\/p>\n
We worked in the dark, til a floodlight turned on,<\/p>\n
illuminating the scene, spilling light on the lawn,<\/p>\n
In that strange brilliant glow I grabbed fistfuls of fruit,<\/p>\n
trying hard to relieve the poor tree of it’s loot,<\/p>\n
Tired and worn, her branches drooped to the ground,<\/p>\n
unable to carry even one more pound,<\/p>\n
In her shame there was beauty, with her graceful green leaves,<\/p>\n
Gently framing her branches, like a gown with fine sleeves,<\/p>\n
The nectarines she grew were hard and small,<\/p>\n
but their deep royal colour was not ugly at all.<\/p>\n
The scene had great beauty, a part of me knew,<\/p>\n
It felt like a secret, no one else had a clue.<\/p>\n
But pink crescent moons in an indigo sky, don’t happen too often, and I will not ask why,<\/p>\n
I’ll simply take what I’m given, but won’t ask for more,<\/p>\n
else I become like the fruit tree,\u00a0hurt by the beauty she bore.<\/p>\n
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