How a Tree Bends

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Papered the stall with all.

All that is witty and wise.

Left the lid up to all the nonsense bought while watching fame rise.

Crutch and cane,

inches from a disabled reach.

These are the actions of a sightless woman willing to see.

Full knowing with glasses on…she is ill equipped to preach.

Supposing she mistook a tempered stone for gold.

Supposing in an enchanted forest,

there had been castaway quests to understand.

Suppose in the dark, she shall never share her travel plans.


Hold on to what is good,
Even if it’s a handful of earth.

Hold on to what you believe,
Even if it’s a tree that stands by itself.