Almond Trees Gnarled mud and sun, the crumbled clay among evening’s moist expansion; you await the ripples as shades of lavender sonnet; your hearts and corridors exchange。 An immense longing blooms, dried limbs swaying soft — a ciphering at dusk, as echoes of light dissolve, layer upon layer receding into plenitude. Between the hudding warm, a dialogue bears dew, and the twinkling silver kiss the flower, as the moon churns a secret assignation.

• Mina Loy