Trinity

Tree

Inspiration is rarely
divined
among the birches

or dogwoods
or gods

It crawls into the circulatory system
of creation
like bishop’s weed

You awake
splayed

gasping

then weep
and pray

groping not for
imagination’s
shallow bloodied roots
but for the
anchoring embrace
of memory

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