Thursday, September 16, 2021

Tree Bark

Your skin talks to me

With words too true for my mouth to form

Words old trees whisper with a buzz

Of electricity tickling my fingertips

When I caress the bark like a tender love

The auditory hallucinations I ignored

Shook my head but my breath has frozen

Struck with awe drowned in doubt and denial

For the timing so melancholy and hazy

As the memory of life before birth

I was drawn like a wild bird

Hunting sown seed in the snow





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