My Water Apple Tree
by

Vitalizing syrup ceases to flow.
Vibrant foliage vanishes in brown.
There is neither beauty nor nectar.
The butterflies have scooted away.
Bare branches hold no promise.
The sweetest twitter turns memory.
A spring in the mind is
despair-resistant.
Where are the sunbirds?
(It was a pleasure
to see the curved bill stretching:
a hole-and-corner suck).
I have relished the red bells.
No one hears the knell.
Certainly, its death pains me.
Caring creates a bond.
Now the moonlight is mixed
with sorrow.
Only the philosophy of perishing
is visible.
When roots fail,
life withers.

previously published in The Literary Hatchet

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