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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.

Dovina 11-Dec-04/2:04 PM
That’s both plain and civil, and not a bad suggestion. Stinginess has its place, but maybe real sentences would work better here. Live oak limbs do not often hang, however, they usually rise. Maybe:

Live oak limbs rise
Crooked, unorganized.
Lightning bolts hang
Jagged, as if lost going home.
Never linear for long,
Deluded by fluff,
They wander on whims.
Built in an instant
Or century,
Like me, they assume
The easiest shape.

Thanks.




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