Skylight.
Gaze through. Watch night happen.
28 November, 2011
Weepy tree meets sad end.
No matter thick I branch,
Leaf green and blossom white
No matter deep I root,
House squirrels and filter light
to shade a secret love
Or robins nests from sight
No matter tall I stand
When I'm a block of wood
I'm chiseled alone.
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