When Nature Moults


The interrupted fall

Of each broad leaf

Is an event on the sun-deck

Where the skin drinks in the gel.


The season’s a sort of dry autumn.

It’s the heat that knocks off the leaves

Big as faces, warped,

And weathered brown.


The evergreen bushes

Store what the dew provides

In rind protecting bitter, sweet

Or peppery insides.  


Jackfruit and tamarind

Compete against the lime.

The mango gets tested

By jade-breasted, jet-black tits.


Elsewhere everything is husks,

Shells of former selves:

A few dark pods

Clinging to the tree-tops.


xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxChiang Rai, February, 2023 



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