poetry & things

Tree Sap

Cut open

a gaping wound

cross sectioned for examination

imperfect circles of a lifetime

jumped in both feet

now stone


cannot grow in unearthly soil

the twisted knot

of my gut

Gone are the graceful branches

once dancing in breezes

swift, bitter winters


twiggy branches withering

A hole, my heart once

of flowing honey

now stillness

only winter


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