In the Liquid of Soaking Olives

Bitter olives purple their green days
over, smashed a little to let them bleed
as one, rolled into tubular glass jars
soaking in brine, 4 weeks of changing.

We are bitter, round, solid with a
pit in our middle, turning with sun
and stars, leaping with winds, brushing
leaves and branches, slow, slow ripening.

Through the salt and water, bruising
and soaking, the process of metamorphosis
Oil and sodium mixing it up creating
sweet fruit tangy plucky, new chemis-tree.

Soak the heart in tears
Beat the ego into submission
Trickle the harvest into a vessel
Count the days
Wash with water
Annoint with oil
Sweeten the bitter
Transform the fruit
and prepare the Tree
for a New Year.

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