So, here's the inside scoop of how the olive tree views a redwood. They go right for the center. Why wouldn't they? Perhaps not a bird's-eye-view, but one that's pit-centered. Now, think about the fruit and centers of a poem? Imagine each letter a pit anticipating its center. Yup, pits and poems.
Interim
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and water the lemon tree
but it's not right to do it at noon
and my curtains make the white room
sultry and ready for something--
he's napping as usual under a sheet
and she by the back door--
no one should move the markers around
at a time like this