The moonlight
and the soft and steady
wind in maple branches
are a testimony to the sweet water
brought gently from the roots,
against gravity,
common sense,
and all the exotic forces
of the spacious sky;
the aromatic night
extracts beams of flavor
from the wormwood energy
that is more harsh, bitter
than a broken promise
and digs deeply
into the loam
rich with knowing
what will never
come close
to confection
at the tip
of so many betrayals.
Saturday, March 15, 2014
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