A Lone Tree Rages

From a forgotten cache

bur oak on the red palisade

twists the moon into shards

of hammered pearl

as if to say

I alone upon this rock

will hold the gray squirrel

to account for this

crooked stunted

night.

◄ Some Thoughts Upon Mary

And I, The Never Pure ►

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Lisa C Bassignani

Wed 10th Jul 2019 22:21

I would love to see that tree. But by reading your poem, I already do🌲

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Devon Brock

Wed 10th Jul 2019 21:34

On the walls of Split Rock Creek, actually. Thanks for the like Lisa.

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Lisa C Bassignani

Wed 10th Jul 2019 14:16

On the shores of Gitche Gumee?

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