lament

House of Heart

A young birch sways

like a new-born giraffe

its limbs lean out

over wilted grass

and ocher vines bind

a sightless sentry

whose eyes never flinch

but guard eternal.

The silence of winter

stacks on solitary bones

untilMay winds stir

the crowns of trees

flush with suspended

birds

powerless to fly on.

art by rick nilson

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