>Untamed Fig

>Pulled flat like confectioners’ sugar

settled by a light low wind one leg kicks

over the futon’s shoulder
drops beside yr prophesy like a body
beneath the stars
you lured in crickets laughing
they’re home under the untamed fig
all night you refuse his sweet song
but pluck and pluck and smiling pluck.

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