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[ CC ] Night Of A Thousand Branches
Trees by design bark
and pine for destinations
---ends of journeys these
earthen beings only embark
upon in imaginations
In oft-repeated dreams pleasant
branching into Future and Past
leaving throughout their Presentness
my lofty friends at last
are nothing less than free
to be themselves with me
but not so much her;
during bitter, clattering, breezy nights
as teeth chattering wind blows
coldly inwards from west to east
my darling gets the mighty frights
finds any old, gnarling tree a beast---
an impossible thing to behold
rasping, snarling, reaching
grasping, clawing, breaching
her latched bedroom windows;
in other words
scarier
than all get-out
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