Loquat Tree

— David Eisbach

There’s a Loquat tree in my yard.
She has my admiration.
Green, deeply etched leaves
Form a supplicant star.
Loquats, the color of sunset,
Embrace each other in clusters.
Skin is taut with large polished seeds,
just right for distance spitting,
but not much left for tasting.
Fire Blight came fifteen years ago
It ravaged branch and trunk.
Limbs were lopped, dead bark peeled,
Neither bane nor balm succeeded!
Half the trunk is eaten away.
A major limb has withered,
Any day could be her last.
It is just astounding!
Yet, loquats erupt like lava.
She continues on her mission,
She is, without a doubt,
A miracle confirmed!

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