Jesus Curses A Fig Tree

Today the apple tree unfurled its spring leaves,
green flags waving in the western breeze,
triumphant yet again over withering winter.

I see small apples, unripe bulbs,
clusters of sweetness,
promised, yet undefined;

imagination or memory
is required to taste that fruit today,

but I'm not hungry
and not on my way
to the rapacious city.

I will wait.

poem by Steven Federle
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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