in the courtyard
the tree is heavy with quinces
large
with many shades of yellow
possums make their mark
as they play with the flesh in the dark
the struggling tree is working on
lemons
lazily trying to produce
the avocado tree moves
with the breeze
but the green eggs refuse
to appease
the climbing rose flowers and
shelters
the outside studio
from sun
anticipating
paintings and drawings
trepidation
sleeps on the table
waiting for transformation
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