I am
becoming
the shell of the hickory nut
Instead of the entire tree.
A sprout that has shed its excess drapery
My life has outgrown me.
The sapling progressing in the dappled
light,
And me,
Decaying silently
on the ground
Watching the encroachment of night.
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 11:31 AM UTC
I am
becoming
the shell of the hickory nut
Instead of the entire tree.
A sprout that has shed its excess drapery
My life has outgrown me.
The sapling progressing in the dappled
light,
And me,
Decaying silently
on the ground
Watching the encroachment of night.
