Yesterday I saw a metal tag embedded In the throat of a tree. 156, its elegant script pronounced. The bark had grown around the medallion Drawing it back into the tree like Stacked chips swept from a poker table.
I read your poem and then I imagine what I am going to see when I click on the photo, I am almost always wrong. I love how your poetry can go with your image or mine or whoever else reads your evocative poetry.
I read your poem and then I imagine what I am going to see when I click on the photo, I am almost always wrong. I love how your poetry can go with your image or mine or whoever else reads your evocative poetry.
ReplyDeleteI'm 100 percent with La Belette. It's very cool.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I am always transfixed by a tree's ability to do what this poem is describing.