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Limbs (Free verse) by Dovina

Live oak limbs— Crooked, unorganized. Lightning bolt— Jagged, as if lost going home. Never linear for long, Deluded by fluff, Wanderers on whims. Built in an instant Or century, Like me, The easiest shape.

Dan garcia-Black 10-Dec-04/8:50 AM
Are you the lightning, the oak or the result of the meeting of the two? I like being the moss on the North side never seeing the sun. The lightning was bright. It was fun to watch.




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