Posted in Poetry

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Rocking back and forth
between wilting vases of flowers
and blooming wildness.
One mirrors her essence
and the other forms her being.

Posted in Art, Poetry

Flee

 

Long live the tree
inviting you to sit and dream
high above the grass
tangled branches soar
rest your back awhile.

His bark tells a story
carved names and dates
nests grossly shaped
holding naked wings
time matures, our feathered friends flee.