This Twisted Old Tree, a poem

~ Dom 
For the blue air
        I contort to the side
    I writhe to the sky
            I grasp with my branches
        I gasp with my leaves

                In a straight up forest
            I'm crooked and mean
                    This twisted old tree
                I've put roots down here
                        Where no one's like me
The twisted old tree

Published by Dom

Keeping it real one word at a time.

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