Monday, May 29, 2017

The Tree And Its Lightning

What else is needed
a tree and its roots
suddenly illuminated
up in the sky mirror.

The anticipation crackling
branching in a thousand ways
none finding ground
everything frying so bright.

Isn't this an old story
the apartment too small
not large enough
to contain our ideas.

So what has folded up
in between the daytime
in the way of wings
this poem is sleeping.

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