In Almond trees quietness
Moans,
swell in flesh,
Moons,
swollen in poems ?
calls
the Soul crucified to the sky.
to tears itself
away from the celestial ceilings
and fly.
such is
the
calling
of an 'almond tree quietness,'
where
moons swell in poems
moans swell in flesh,
and
the soul flies.