Jesus Curses A Fig Tree Poem by Steven Federle
Jesus Curses A Fig Tree
Today the apple tree unfurled its spring leaves,
green flags waving in the western breeze,
triumphant yet again over withering winter.
I see small apples, unripe bulbs,
clusters of sweetness,
promised, yet undefined;
imagination or memory
is required to taste that fruit today,
but I'm not hungry
and not on my way
to the rapacious city.
I will wait.
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