Quietly

by Annette Snyckers

While the salamander sits in silence,
the flesh of the green grenadilla
slowly sweetens round the pips.
Sap seeps into leaves,
drawn up in dark capillaries.
Under the cypress the bird is still,
the cat is quiet —
red droplets drip like beads
into mute, murky soil.

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