the tree golden in early summer a leafy umbilicus into light summer weeks stall forever nothing happens day after day until you forget what you've forgotten and in this shaded solitude the soft echoes of omniscience even when I can't hear them I can't stop listening
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Pic: Empty nest! The baby birds have flown!
4 comments:
Simply lovely, Maya. Do you miss your birds? I would.
This is such a beautiful ode to trees! It's exactly how I feel about them. My father would have loved this poem, too. Perfect.
Nice
Lovely ending
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