Ambidextrous wooden branches twist in and
out
with
rooted iron
in
a natural work of art
Where
the dead meets the living
they
mold into Siamese brothers
in
a blood fight for survival
Roots
squashed in crevices
shove
concrete aside
begging
for space in the dirt
The
inert rusted iron
accepts
the intrusion
welcomes
the blanket of the trunk
The
umbrella of the sheltering leaves
makes
a hammock for birds to nest
in
it’s protected parts
it
is content to be the host
Sandra L. Hazley
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