• Emily Misura

The Harborist

Could it be

that a hole can grow

from the knot of a tree,

a void from where wood

& grain & rings & water

all evacuate and retreat

into some unfounded

new darkness?

Just as a burl evades

the lathe,

the hollow founders

as obligate leaves

still the silence.

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