CELESTIAL TREE
I wish I were a tree, my roots descending the deep bowels of earth, feeling the warm molten core, drinking hidden streams of minerals & gold. My trunk stands firm like Stonehenge, a guidepost for the sun & moon, with branches spreading skyward like the wings of a giant hawk. Every leaf of mine is a tavern with bread & drink for angels, and at night I would break into blossom, each of my flowers a star. Peter Y. Chou Palo Alto, 2-2-95 |
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