Simulacrum of a Tree

I am a parody of myself.
You are a figment
of your own imagination.

We witness multiple realities,
but mostly from inside out.
You stand in cold rain,

arms upstretched, fingers spread,
leaf and stem, trunk and root,
simulacrum of a tree.

Between sea and sky
there is earth, you and I,
wood and fire.

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Published by

Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner

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