I pause on my way to work, to watch
a leafless tree, its branches stretched out to the sky,
like open palms in search of blessings.
The cranes descend, one by one
filling every inch of bare brown.
And just like that, the tree is, once again, full
of gems, not green,
but, this time, pearly white.

Preeth Ganapathy is a software engineer turned civil servant from Bengaluru, India. Her works have been published in several magazines such as The Ekphrastic Review, Visual Verse, Sparks of Calliope, Quill and Parchment and elsewhere. Her microchaps, A Single Moment and Purple, have been published by Origami Poems Project.

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