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The branch

PostPosted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 1:20 am
by Saturn
The branch

Twisted and useless,
Purposeless, sapless
The branch lies at
The cold feet of the
Lady it cannot now
Serve. Pared off,
Stripped of rank
And demoted to
A weak obstruction
In the overflowing
Gutter: a rude toy
For boys' idleness.

No more growth,
No sharing roots,
No mutual twine,
No swaying breeze,
No catching sun,
No hope of leaves.