"The Return" and "planting a tree"

Credit: Vaidehi Tikekar

planting a tree

sour oranges and
shovels biting
into soft earth

and the cool, distant
of shade and sweet

fruit for lovers we will
meet. Oh — make me in

clay, make me a vessel,
just make me a
that holds.

The Return

the memory of you
weighs heavy in my pocket
the skeleton key
to a home I visit
on cool and quiet evenings
when my skin is flush with the dark sky
when I am determined to find
which corner your gentle voice whispers from —
the slow rush of a rising tide.

Amanda Kraley

is a writer and researcher based in Los Angeles.

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