OPEN ARMS

A great wind

like the son of a hurricane

stretching before landfall

befell on a grand tree

of long life and shadow

falling into the limbs

of its equal

laying across its arms

like a wounded soldier

still full and alive

but slowly bleeding

 

the overgrowth of the

underbrush below

welcomed its eventual descent

where vines would

over many seasons

surround and absorb

 

 

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