in the longest dark night
sliver of moon
silver bark thread bare
a hummingbird sits there
high on a top perch
buds already visible
white blossoms soon
for Chinese New Year
in the shortest light day
I write here nostalgia
moments just passed
tick tock
the ocean keeps time too
techno jellies
swimming across my screen
as if a photo might be just
what we need to save
a life
our tree outside
what makes
its bitter sweetness?
how does it create so much
so always
from its concrete roots?
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