Poetry at the Post-Pécs: Roman Limes, An Almond Tree

[Record no oiled tongue, diary]

Note the almond
Tree overmuch with fruit. The almond
Pressed is oil sweet.

From the the ancient city of Aquincum,
the borders of Pannonia, across the limes,
the limits of the Rome, onward
to the Carpathian Basin of Pécs,
we traveled—
thirty-some seekers
of the ruins.

…Do you hear?
That pulse?

A whirl of images
the press of heat
the cool of blue
and the tree
of almonds…
dropping nuts
like bones.

In store the game of this land.

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