Words afford us the luxury of resuscitating the unspoken and occasionally, the unspeakable
Thursday, April 12, 2018
The Walking Tree
Wispy branches piercing
the skies,
Elevated in wonder
and prayer
A still dance
frozen in earthy grace
Descended in the gritty mineral
A revolving eternity
Sifting through sameness
A summoning of
bark and root,
leaf and fruit.
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