Tuesday, November 3, 2020

transpiration

It begins with the water blue biased 

sky quiet amid the still leaves

clinging dead to the loft of

limb and reach, the bright

beyond the haggard crown

this ancient engine turning over

water drawn roots on up 

this constant exhalation 

the work raising the water

above the earth, stretching

plumes to stir the firmament 

the trees waving as they dream

the earth at prayer in its sleep. 

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