He climbed atop
an oak on fire
Its sap transformed
by flames concealed
Each branch he passed
a year he traded
For what’s unseen
— by heat congealed
(Dreamsleep: October, 2024)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: October 30th, 2024 09:51
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 9
Comments2
Excellent write Kurt
Thanks again, Tony.
You're welcome Kurt
It’s vivid. Congealed. I don’t think he wasted time gotta get in the game to win the game
Thanks Bobby.
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