The tree leans away from us,
the string ready to tie it to the roof
of the stationwagon.
It knows it will leave its farm home,
and with one fell blow from an axe,
will morph from tree, to garland, to fire.
Thursday, January 05, 2006
The Alchera Project for Dec. 2005
Posted by Tabitha at 4:10 PM
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