If in some other life we sat in endless space (perhaps you came alone) leaning in, could it have been an orange grove?
If in another life we listened (in this or that other grove) and wept and overflowed with hope— Then it was real.
. Not all poems survive. I've lost a few and let others go. My current collection of poems is available on Kindle. It is called "3201 e's" (that is approximately how many e's are in the manuscript which is a very unpoetic title but a reflection on the creation of poetry by common means.) .