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A sunweb stretched between branches: we swing thoughtfully
among the dry shadows and silences of leaves.

I've been thinking about the growth of leaves in green cocoons
glued to the gnarled branches of old oaks.
And the sweet scent of unfolding flesh dipped in evening dew.

A study of things tightly shut: polished smooth by incessant thought,
their inside soft as a swirling tongue.

© Zuzanna Nitecka
Brisbane Dining Guide