Copyright 2019 Bruce Jewett
a blossom falls
though the branch is bare
never returns
blooming or withered
she’s sustained us all
this singular tree
glisequins of rain
dripping off black, bare branches
translucent star fall
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bringing out buckets
dishwater and bath water
apple tree might live
Old tree’s branches bare
But for a long vacant nest
On verge of tumbling.
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Spiritual isn't non-physical, it's an elevation of the physical
Tales from the mouth of a wolf
a collection of words about my average, bog-standard life accompanied by some sub-par illustrations that depict selected moments in said life
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