Bark is the only
bite offered.
The pine sucks
the earth
into its trunk,
rising
moment by moment
into the sky
where the
three needle
clusters
meet the wind.
Carl, I loved the spare and linear lines in this poem. They are lifting my thought upwards toward those three-needle clusters and into the open sky. What a lovely mimage.
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Carl, I loved the spare and linear lines in this poem. They are lifting my thought upwards toward those three-needle clusters and into the open sky.
What a lovely mimage.
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