First is a tree who's name wasn't taught
Next, then of course, a tree now forgot
And then many maples
A spruce and a birch,
Then the last leafless branch
on which these words perch:
Now Into blue sky
Through swirled clouds I search
On this dock as a bible
In this lake like a church;
My soul does the backstroke
Toward the blue dream, I lurch.
Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 2:01 AM UTC
First is a tree who's name wasn't taught
Next, then of course, a tree now forgot
And then many maples
A spruce and a birch,
Then the last leafless branch
on which these words perch:
Now Into blue sky
Through swirled clouds I search
On this dock as a bible
In this lake like a church;
My soul does the backstroke
Toward the blue dream, I lurch.
