Wednesday, February 8, 2012

An aspen or sycamore expanding

after death
the soul
addressing itself
wanders around

the window from which im surveying
defines me

the magnitude of the sycamore this morning
despite my best efforts
will simply not leave

its white bark pealing
its autumn scowl
absorbing the winters void
alone
and fogging the glass
between itself and everything else

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