At trees reunited or the Great Timber-yard in the sky
There are certain branches
who remember the incisions made
to fell their growth.
spurts & seasons,
and the wind rustling
through imagined leaves of
appendages long gone
All the gunge
symptomatic of sap coagulated
won't replace the
holes in the sky
© Copyright David Bosworth August 2013
Aug 24, 2013
Aug 24, 2013 at 7:42 PM UTC
At trees reunited or the Great Timber-yard in the sky
There are certain branches
who remember the incisions made
to fell their growth.
spurts & seasons,
and the wind rustling
through imagined leaves of
appendages long gone
All the gunge
symptomatic of sap coagulated
won't replace the
holes in the sky
© Copyright David Bosworth August 2013
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