Friday, November 27, 2015

any other way

sideways through the door-
way
i stay that way
a crooked direction
makes everything clear

usually you go back
and left and forward and left

and left again - the curve
of a branch goes on and on,
and snaps sometimes
in a sudden way

the force of the wind
a fat owl
a heavy, wet snow

a leaping child
has made it to the top
and now the tree

waits

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