He’s shaved like a survivor of something
And this is the first time I’ve realized, his
Head normally baubled under a dark cap
His arms spindle, bark bent at shoulder and elbow
The leaf of his hands shiver around a 6B
I watch him become a Broadleaf before my eyes
He stretches long around the room
Determined to crowd every corner
Trundling, truncated at root
I wish to be as I see him
A beautiful tangle, loud in motion and
Silent in speech, sprinting full speed
His feet pound in dirt,
Name sprawled on the walls in capital BLACK
Demanding to be heard or at least recognized
He is the mystery of the day, every day
The jumbled stranger, in pieces strewn
& unsolved
--
c
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 4:50 PM UTC
He’s shaved like a survivor of something
And this is the first time I’ve realized, his
Head normally baubled under a dark cap
His arms spindle, bark bent at shoulder and elbow
The leaf of his hands shiver around a 6B
I watch him become a Broadleaf before my eyes
He stretches long around the room
Determined to crowd every corner
Trundling, truncated at root
I wish to be as I see him
A beautiful tangle, loud in motion and
Silent in speech, sprinting full speed
His feet pound in dirt,
Name sprawled on the walls in capital BLACK
Demanding to be heard or at least recognized
He is the mystery of the day, every day
The jumbled stranger, in pieces strewn
& unsolved
--
c
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