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"The Old Fig Tree" (by Joe DiMino)

I’ve lived in the house for forty years,
The old fig tree here before me—
Much smaller then
Well rooted
Perhaps 10 years into growing;
We have had our battles—
Up into the power-lines,
Across the roof lifting shingles,
Clogging drains with leaves
That Adam and Eve saw quite useful
To hide their sin
But I find frankly annoying
Leading to mold health contrary;
I cart them away in bags full—
Birds cursing my offspring for generations,
Those lords of the Fig
Praising his foliage when green for shade
Grateful for the multitude of figs
And the bugs infesting
Having given them many a nourishing feast—
Stone-drunk, loud and unruly on juice
Fermented, they carry on unrelenting,
Often well into the night their rivalries
But sweet serenades;

Then the fall is past…