Monday, December 29, 2014

Study of Winter

Study of Winter

The tree will hold its own splintered limbs
against the whole limbs

This is the tree crossing its fingers

The tree breaks its promise but continues to assure us
We will always be here like this
The ground
Your people
This park

What I know is
that in winter the tree becomes the flower

Pencil-drawn clusters of twigs clinging to darker branches
so that light can come into them

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