The nectarine

G, people say we’re all doomed…
Do you believe the world has new stories to tell?

People have started to say to me you’re never

Coming

That a tree could be planted in front of you, and you

Not see it, then how could you see its soul?

I like leaving my door open, now, waiting on

You coming. From the nectarine tree

Outside my room, your soul manifests

Like fruit