Shuffle through a parking lot
Like a wilted shadow
Head sagging to hush
The severing wails
Of a cross wind
A cause to coil up
Like spare twine round spindle
There is a bush
Its branches
Folded up like a cornered body
Limbs bent back towards
Itself
Something like protection
Though
This submission betrays
Its initial pluck
Of poking through
A blackened
Snow bank
That traversing wind cuts again
Pulling rigid on a leaf
Drawn up as if on a wire
look up
A tree –
Its parts set in disagreement
Its top full
Dense globe of leaves sits
Over skinny lamp post of oak
Trunk a fragile spine
Spindly
At odds with its full plumage
Grown crooked
Runt of littered seed
My neck crook’d
Similar
Head full of thoughts
Like
“Never mind a tree
That blooms full in February”
KT
3 comments:
kyle,
you have such a way with words my dude.
'folded up like a cornered body' and 'a cause to coil up like spare twine round spindle'. it just sounds beautiful.
what inspired you to write this?
i couldn't help but feel that my 'parts' are often "set in disagreement.
lovely words dude, impelling stuff.
roz
Thank you for your kind words roz. This came from actually seeing a bush poking through a snow bank in a parking lot and i thought it was so strange to see the branch of a green bush sticking out through the snow while everything around it was dead and bare, so it came out of that duality of real life images that are set next to seemingly opposite things. Thank you for the encouragement.
KT
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