Stems
I am both a robinia
and willow o the wisp
I've prolonged my growth
my roots washed down by the tropical rain
I've counted my loss
no stems on release
Who give me comfort
when the bitter winds runneth
Who will be my confident
for tomorrow's encroaching winds
avoiding tendrils bleak reflections
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2023
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