The Lime Tree


Tree

We stare
into its map
of limbs—
portrait of frenzy

teeming,
overgrown—I ask
what it means
you say Laima

lives here, goddess
as cuckoo,
gifting ripe wombs
to women who kneel

at roots, singing up
                      to the branches.


Lime Test
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