One Dead Tree
One Dead Tree
Brown threads hold down against
One blue gray linen sky
bleached dead and dry by the
Heat
You don't belong here
Vulture vulture sly
Slash the sky
Lonely howling moaning pine
Covets faded ghost secrets
Entrapped
In Heat
Bone dry heat until they are dust
They linger in the shallow gray sky
Blue Gray Linen Sky
One Dead Tree
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