Weeping Oak Willow in the Burgandy Plain
By EvolovE
Weeping Oak Willow in the Burgandy Plain I look to this tree /with branches/ that lift off into every direction\ no leaves are dressed on this mighty bare statue like monument and the bark is gray with just tones~ carrying no shades~ or tints rest in an area of land that no one comes to anymore because no one ever did they choose not to see the ground when its so bare and trees just run like animals in a forest vacant ~ to all shrubbery we need paper to write our love across and send it to the submarines that sit and wait on the ocean floor presidents wipe their mouth on the resting place of that hummingbird ~ little winged elf doesnt want to hum anymore no one understands that he has no where to land on the vacant lot in the forest that reminds the statue of the bare monument ~ on the piece of freedom no one chooses to visit anymore ... because no one ever did~ Written March 1st, 2002 © on Mar 01 2002 09:17 AM PST 0 • 10
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