Winter warmth is Exculpation enough For me to take down This poor tree, Buck its dead wood, Free the light Of other years Inside its rings. There's some good In the warmth it Brings, and no blame. All life is combustion, All one flame.
I enjoyed the image when it first arrived and now with the poem: truly a perfect example of putting your hand in with no exculpation, a parallel universe of the words, no deposit, no return!
I enjoyed the image when it first arrived and now with the poem: truly a perfect example of putting your hand in with no exculpation, a parallel universe of the words, no deposit, no return!
ReplyDeleteIndeed, automatic exculpation-guards on modern chainsaws have doubtless saved many hands! Thanks, Will.
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