The white of the wood

by on January 31, 2018 in all dance, thoughts and poetry

The white of the wood

 

Long, flat, damp winter.
Bark cracks and broken branches
exposed to the wind of the naked tree.
It’s just another season,
or a knife blade.
Long, flat, damp winter.
When boredom becomes joy in the slow passage of time.

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