Thursday, September 29, 2016

Sarah Rice #29 'Tree'


Outside the window
still
you stood
figure-head
to my bed-prow
and I sleeping 
stern
and there we rode
the night together
on shared dark water
with your roots
in my dreams
and my quiet
in your leaves
now we branch
into separate days
you gather breath
and I expend it

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