Monday, July 08, 2013

Landscape Begotten

Landscape Begotten

The tree that begat green nibs, delicate
paper buds, and a constellation of
airy green leaves holding back the milky
widening of stars.       And the hill that held

the tree begat rich limestone powered soil
where bodies of the lost still whisper their thoughts
to the tree.       The lost who begat the tree

and the hill, who still twist the roots into
braids never stop seeing milky stars. 
Never stop feeling the weight of the small
bodies they once begat that now lie on
the soil of the hill beneath the tree
looking up to the widening milky stars.

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