a process of separation

photo of old tree

Poem by Willow Kan Liew Bei 

who is a weaver of conjoined hearts
separating in cranberry tears

a transplant is to be made, to be found

in the marrows of neon boulevards

& the trees are never, will never be

sympathetic statues, eyes of primal beings

The surgeon shall smolder

under a righteous sun.

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