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A poem written to transcend the experience..... |
| Divorced We began side by side. Drew ourselves straight feeling sapling new. He loved me adored me, "but pull in a little there smooth out a bit here. Train that branch in the right direction." One day I woke up. Told him he too had a gnarl here a knothole there. He cut me down never imagining glorious mahogany shone deep inside. Now, well past days his splinters light fired wood warm I weather the years as heirloom. |