Bottled Trees
Match the heritage
to the disease,
And
We'll all see a translucent tree
Out of surprising bottles
It’s all the mistakes,
That seem to illuminate the leaves
Streaming mindlessly with lines
That embodies the stereotype
If I line up
All the left over Christmas lights
Along the branches
Of jagged glass,
Will my blood shed serenity
And knowledge to the problem?
Each night I paint the roots
Another color,
So I won’t repeat,
The artistry of concern
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