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TONY BEYER
most trees stand straight and tall in the trunk with a high sun-infiltrated canopy spreading various shadow but the olive wrests itself up from the ground spiralling and twisting through its axis sheathed in scarred bark over this core the spring screen of dotted yellow flowers hangs as a rough crust or shield accosting breath then giving place not to green but grey glowering foliage turned metal side out to the wind or parched in summer dust likewise its fruit that needs work to become edible bitter and simple on the tongue with the taste of departures