Poem: Roots

Don’t you just love trees?

I was doing a hike the other day and noticed this cool white/gray tree with its fun wayward branch. So, as sometimes is the case, I turn a photo I’ve taken into a poem prompt, and thus, here is my latest five-line, original poem.


my gums bleed as i swallow the seeds down dry
to grow a great tree in my stomach
with roots down to my toes, branches
following their own destiny —
outliving me.

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