I am the tree ascending.
At the topmost branch
I’ve become the bird,
starting from tip to
climb into above.
After-
ward, cloud.
Why not?
My purposes are clear.
"I Am the Tree" by Etta Blum. Text as published in The Space My Body Fills: Poems (Exposition Press, 1975).Art credit: Untitled photograph by
Perhaps the greatest poem ever written. Clean and clear, with lots of room to breathe~
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