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the mulberry is a popular tree
everyone’s along, wants
in
it’s nectar swept
with beak speak
chatter in the branches
whispering till twig
all doors and windows
open here
limbs will welcome in
few can see the
apartments
or how the thing is
built
mulberry is a convivial
tree
if not neighbourly
tell tussle
channel bill frenzy
bower bird swoop
uppermost
the loudest gear
whom no one cleared for
landing
it’s rarely if ever
come ripe
it is the uncooked pie in situ
absent shortcrust
a busy tree come season
the my way highway
through
xylem phloem
breeze the leaves
star filtering
in wells thereof
the wrens and less
none use the check-in
ap
but gorge
and sometimes empire
of rain shone up
in another century
someone once hacked it
to vengeful stump
look now!
thank them for that
the mulberry is an
inhabited tree
a bee and a blowfly
blew in
as if a limerick here
and I too under
pickings slim
come worship
a maze in its
unmindedness
a little dance stood still
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