Well I see you
with your branches leaflessly lifting
with your twigs just going about the place
and in one of your converging forks
a little stickish density
which you could have grown yourself
without the help of birds
if you had a mind
Just wonderful. 'branches leaflessly lifting' 'a little stickish density' ... all of it
ReplyDeleteThank you Lizz!
DeleteSo fine. Like breath. Like lungs.
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ReplyDeleteWonderful phrases
ReplyDeletelove the familiar way the poem apostrophises the tree
ReplyDeleteoh, lovely!
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