No one noticed
the storm-wracked tree
fall from the scarp
into the sea,
nor saw it suffer
from rootless drifting,
flayed of bark,
with branches broken,
and scarred by worm-inflicted wounds.
But its odyssey of aimless miles
ceased on a beach,
when hands reached out
to drag it from the spume,
and recognized a work of art,
a wave-borne triumph
of intricate textures,
and sublime asymmetry.
John Walter Taylor
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7 April 2025
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