The wizened branches
of a leaf-barren tree
matted thick with debris
from years of standing
in the ever-changing wind,
keeping its mark between
the long-faded gray grasses
and a dark-cloud sky,
and somehow I understood
its post, waiting, fallow,
strong but aged, a life-lived,
but still some memories to come,
mature roots holding it in place,
and spindly hands reaching beyond.
—C.L. Fisher, January 2022
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