barK
poetry

pocKet Knife

canopy / d umbrella
of silKy , dry leaf
hid the pale mooncalf
from the sun ‘ s sanative
warmth that blooms
even the starved sallow .
weeping strands of sagging gloom sprout / d from a crush / d seed that
slowly sprout / d into a hunch / d n rotten willow tree where the sad
n defeat / d seeK shade under
the crimp / d , cold branches
that whisper gentle melodies
of melancholy , reminiscent
of a time before she
peel / d the barK
n cursed the
love he
felt .

 

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