Contexture

Photo by Edward Lawrence

Look at the gray tree. The sky has run
through its fibers down into the ground--
only a shriveled cloud remains after
the earth has drunk. Stolen space
is entwined in the lattice of roots, spun
into greenery.—The brief moments
of freedom rise out of us, swirl
through the Fates’ bloodstream and beyond.

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