Tree
I hear the loosened bark
nestled and chafed beneath
the whispers of dark sultry
sweet brown maple pouring
from within the silent rings
of where life began forming
a solid equator around
the greek body of my wretched
soul covered in white cloth
awaiting your docile subtle arrival
Copyright © Yolanda Joy Nicholsen | Year Posted 2012
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