Le cerisier

Your palms speak poems,
lyrics in the creases
under callused inner knuckles.

You are a caresser of trees,
easing fruit from behind the dead leaves
of unnecessary branches.

By the clothesline, you pluck a small cherry,
place it in my mouth
so I understand its bitterness.

Then I watch you cut the branches back,
back until nothing remains
but a bare grey trunk rooted in our garden.

~ Jennifer Campbell

Jennifer Campbell is a graduate of the Creative Writing program at the University of Calgary. She holds a Master’s in Social Anthropology from McGill University, where she is currently pursuing her PhD. Her poetry was most recently published in Descant 140. She spends her time writing in Calgary, Montreal, and a small village in the French Pyrenees.

One Response to “Le cerisier”

  1. soulful poem, I think if you avoid repeating “you are”
    Will look nicer.
    Because he is your “you are”

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