One Tree

one-tree

wood sweats on the stress

of a knot

curled lines of bark strain

in a semblance of growth

A sign of

the extrusion of life through pain

but this suffering is inarticulate

unless you count

my concern

for visual clues. My heart-beat,

my complicity with wood,

my drowning in a beauty

so shy it would prefer

to stand alone.

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