Thursday, July 28, 2016

Kit Kelen - #210 - bare limbs

bare limbs

the tree's death
is a living thing

mistletoed to air's edge
such shapes as no one ever thought

an ant's traverse
a beetle's burrow

and where vine takes up the tune
there's tendril tops the stave

as if some last gesticulation
were whittled down to twig

this little heart
the day's pledged to

claw after claw come to world's end
makes wings off in the blue 


1 comment:

  1. Beautiful especially love the vine and tendril verse.


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