The Poet-Tree

Lacking words
I went looking
to write them down
tell my stories.

I sat down in the shade
back against a trunk
face to the leaves
eyes to the sun.

The leaves began to fall
one by one I caught them
held in my hand
a word on each.

I spread them on the ground
eager to see the inspiration
I’d received from
the poet-tree.

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