Tuesday, 31 December 2013


So beautiful is a tree tumbling over a cliff's edge
it will soon fall to the sea, but it carries on,
salt waiting to lick its roots, lapping at the soil
let me count the ways they coil and twirl
capillaries circling the areole like vines,
dust settling on the grass and back as the wind takes it
soon specks on a pane of glass effaced by the wind.

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