My latest original five-line poem. As the Da Vinci drawing I recently reviewed might indicate, I’ve been particularly intrigued by trees as of late. Thus.
sunken
the tree offered a view of a different world
but it sunk into itself; leaves back to bark
and trunk back to root. As the soil filled my
mouth, I inhaled the nutrients of rebirth,
knowing they’d not find purchase here.
Milam's Musings 
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