Wrenched from the soil,
and cast into the sea,
it suffered endless days
of rootless drifting,
with branches broken,
flayed of bark,
and scarred by worm-inflicted wounds,
but the odyssey of aimless miles
ceased on a beach,
when hands reached out
and dragged it from the surf
to find a relict beauty
of subtle textures and
sublime asymmetry.
John Walter Taylor
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7 April 2025
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