i don’t have patience for bare tree branches
when i paint them i load them with leaves
after the fall i count the days to spring
so much time idling waiting for green
thinking about fractals ferns fungal roots
succulents rivers veins neurons in my head
and i admire anyone who will take the time
before the thaw to draw each limb and twig
my jealousy climbs and splits and splits again
and blooms like a red rose vine
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