Botanic / "Beginning with four words from a poem by Joseph Massey"
By Cameron Lowe
There’s little
to say. The fig—
giant—leans
across the
bridge, reaches
up into
itself, names
fading
from the love
heart
scored in its
trunk.
There’s little
to say. The fig—
giant—leans
across the
bridge, reaches
up into
itself, names
fading
from the love
heart
scored in its
trunk.