parting1Praise to the cherry on the lawn of the library,
the heave and contorted thrust of it, a master,
on its own root, negating the word weeping

(miles to the nearest tears),
requiring instead down-fountaining,
or descending from a ferocious intention.

Whatever twists the trunk
subsumed into pink explosiveness, and then, all summer,
the green-black canopy. Prefer it unbent?

I have no use for you then,
says the torque and fervor of the tree.

Temple
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