Sunday, September 27, 2015

72 Valentines

Now on the soft breasts of their leaves
the naked trees lie down and whinny
like horses who sleep on their feet
or stars moving imperceptibly
reliving their great ship journeys
in the darkness every tree believes
in the power of its soul
to enter another world
so grand and free
not unlike its destiny
to always have been
pointing the way
and willing to be fuel
to get there

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