Branch

In the break

tree branches without leaves in autumn

What snaps and cracks now, not yet formed?
Let us hold these severed parts together.
Little limbs, you deserve more light, less wind.
That you may someday know the weight of birds.

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

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