http://slow.writerscafe.org/Bkeil_ The original writings of author Brittany K. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776226632 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I am sorryif it was me.I really wanted to meet you.I think I loved you already.My lemon tree cradles more lemons than it can carry.They dry and fall off, for seemingly no reason at all.I am sorryif it was me.I think I loved you already. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bkeil_/2038495/ Leave it to trees to teach us the craft of death.Once green, there is no fadingNo tablecloth in the sun but rathera bursting. Pomegranate arils between white teeth.This bursting. It catches us between an ode and a dirge.The transfixing burgundy blood of tupelo. Ginko gold.Mottled stars of sweet gum .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bkeil_/2038426/ This is part of my continuing focus on Icarus. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bkeil_/2036280/ Introduction to Me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bkeil_/2036262/