Bowed Oak
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gnarled and bare,
you stand alone
in the field
out there.
Hook-like, hag-like,
dank and wry,
your aging limbs
defy
the sky.
Naked, leafless
scarred and raw,
higher than
a bird
you soar.
Sloping down,
yet so erect,
you’re dancing with
cloud
silhouettes.
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