Whip
Fast trees
whip in the wind
bamboo bends coldly beneath them
Lost days quilted in bed
bringing black tea and no sugar
fast trees
whip in the wind
ice on the creek and we're thirsty
Copyright © Ellen Browne | Year Posted 2015
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