The Grafters

Graft, you men of patience

In your stooping over

And your reaching up

In the alchemy

Of your touch

There is the joining together

The union of pieces made whole

To make another

The bending of mother nature’s will

Ever so slightly

In that graceful dance, cambiums connect

To the music of the blade and the bark

And ageless, ancient wisdom

That the fruit may come again


©2019 Lenny Wells

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