One Lithe Branch, Overspilled

I now build

     a new limb

   from this heart’s

     crooked cusp;

       and cull

     from my am of tree,

   one lithe branch, overspilled

     with leaves of green whim,

       in full fruitsprung grasp;

     to mull,

   some fresh growth in me.



Spring 2007

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