March 2012
1 post
WatchWeekly Poem No. 6
T R E E S This train rattles past lines of trees all with leaf fallen branches looking like exposed veins reaching for the madness of the sun. They are held in place by unseen roots that grow god knows how far underground and maybe wrap around the roots of other trees that they will never meet.
I have a jealously of their stillness and their ability to have a slow life...
