Branching Apart
ONCE IN THE GARDEN,
2 FINE TREES, LAY THEMSELVES. DARK UNBLIND
WAS THE SHADE OF THE TREE,
DRIED!
A PINCH OF SALT IN A GLASS
OF WATER, THE TREE WAS TO THE
GARDEN! NASAL SCENT WAS VISUAL TO ME
FOR WHICH I RELAX.
THE CHURCH BELL RANG,
DANG, FOLLOWED BY A BANG!
THE TIME FLOWS,
ME FROM OTHERS.
SHRILL WINDS,
SORROW! AS
THE BRANCHES
PART, I FEEL SAME,
LIKE MY LIFE
IT'S ALL BROKEN
VANISHING
ALLUSE APART.
