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Trees In A Nocturne Flood
By Christopher Woods
A few go it alone,
Still moored, fading into night.
Others, uprooted, leave
To wander a darkening current.
Some, already lost,
Drift swiftly
Toward a far sea.
The lonely coast like arks,
Aching in their emptiness.
One collects the dead
In its gathering arms.
Persists. |
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