Caveat: Poem #851

and trees
up the hill
below the sky,
which is well hidden,
but peeks through, pink and gold;
the trees’ branches like brush strokes,
uninvented ideographs,
abstract characters drawn against white.

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One Response to Caveat: Poem #851

  1. Bob Gehrenbeck says:

    This nonet, and all the other poems you have written recently, are amazing!

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