winter tree

Draw me a winter tree, the infinite delicate, silhouettes of black rivers and visible fingers, make a large winter head 
full of naked elegant thought.

Draw me, draw me a winter tree, with hundreds of muses reaching for the altar tip, knowing that below, roots make 
a mirror of this.

Photo: New Iberia Station, seen through train window, Louisiana
Text: The poem was published in 'Delicate Access', 2004

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