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November 2009 
Only the Sky
Posted on Jul 5th, 2009
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Laura
Laura
Only the sky
lks 7/3/09
I wrote this by remixing the content of two of Dave Bonta's Morning Porch posts. You can access these daily posts, which are a lovely and often funny part of my reading each day, here:
http://www.morningporch.com/
Is pretending
To be still.
That soft fever
I get in these woods
Wells up blue
And slow
In my body. Its thump
Is only a piece
Of the life
It is going to be. A dead tree
Goes into its afterlife, a branch
Casting into the land's
Humming body. A bird stills
In the green hum,
And my body goes soft,
Still fevered
And slow,
Greening up into
That pretending
Sky.lks 7/3/09
I wrote this by remixing the content of two of Dave Bonta's Morning Porch posts. You can access these daily posts, which are a lovely and often funny part of my reading each day, here:
http://www.morningporch.com/
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“A dead tree/Goes into its afterlife, a branch/Casting into the land's/Humming body.” This is so how I imagine life after death. Some law or other of thermosdynamics – energy never made or destroyed but endlessly transferred … Beautiful Laura.
I'm glad you liked it. It gave me a peaceful feeling to write it.
The poem and the picture are well done. Oaks are self trimming trees. They bare their first acorns when they are fifty years old. For some of us, our fruit does not come until we are able to learn to get rid of the dead stuff and just keep growing. Thank you graceriver.