Red Maple
Red Maple
Water seeking roots,
Leaf margin-toothed,
What is hunger
To one always hungry?
Sated by superiority, dead
wood cut by a neck
So pruned of stubble, so
Neonatal it disappears when
Turned sideways. Flat red
Coat stitched with peduncles
Of beaded ivory ripples in a
Wind that whitens the underbelly.
The roar of hunger
Sounds off. Its echoes
The deepest scarlet.
Copyright © C.W. Bryan | Year Posted 2023
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