Stray Birds – Erasure Poetry

134
THE roots below the earth claim no rewards
for making the branches fruitful.
135
THIS rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the sway/ing branches and ponder
over the greatness of all things.
136
STORM of midnight, like a giant child
awake in the untimely dark, has begun to
play and shout
137
YOU raise your waves vainly to follow you
lover. O sea, you lonely bride of the
storm.

 

An excerpt from Stray Birds.
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