Tagged: oak

under all this

under all this
heaviness, who’s to
say that when we
emerge from the
snow, we might be
an oak leaf or
a bamboo, a maple
or a poplar, green,
gold, red, or dead
.
20210105:1954
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we all do it now

we all do it now
and then
and eventually,
gnarl between and
beyond
varying states of
recognition, twist
like willow
or bonsai, contort
like oak. i am
looking at you
and discovering
someone
else. you are not
looking at me
and seeing
with clarity
.
20180104:1632
y