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Tuesday, December 23, 2014
Etta Blum: "I Am the Tree"
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.
Perhaps the greatest poem ever written. Clean and clear, with lots of room to breathe~
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