ascended,
what was sown in the last century,
a dead tree bloomed with wild color,
where the sea played with water-plowed,
they didn't let the earth rest —
seed in lumps hid,
waited, irrigated with a piece rain till time,
sprouts did not give,
to wait another century,
when God wills,
to dry wood
again exuberantly
will remain in place
the former desert of the soul
08.03.
02.01.2020