Felled by a tempest.
Thrown into the sea.
Recast by fate
from tree to refugee,
and launched
upon an odyssey.
A rootless drifter
with broken branches.
Flayed of bark.
Scarred by worm-inflicted wounds.
Then beached,
and bleached by searing sun.
Till eager hands reached out
to place me on display.
'Serendipitous', they say.
'A masterpiece'.
'Such subtle textures'.
'Sublime asymmetry!"
John Walter Taylor
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7 April 2025
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