A Tree I Write Florist Inside Me-
In a kingdom full of documents
a tree
A forlorn virtual storage
parking paper words
a tree
cut down for me
fashion into paper
ink stains on them
effort extensions
and point editing
I can't read
yet I write
I can't see yet I fight
open ended the pages still yet arcing
Trappings of a forest breeches the novels
Between the the leaves and the needles I can't write
Yet I read between roots and bark
I read, I write, I talk
A tree
Florists inside me
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2020
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