Gifted

Olive Trees with the Alpilles in the Background (1889), Vincent van Gogh

I witnessed their escape:

bodies curved - intense effort

to lose the burden of

memory,

and twitching

in fever of hoarded

emotions.

Whether frightened of

imminent storm or

reaching the mountains,

the trees

were unwilling be tamed,

roots numb from standing so long,

bit rotten,- failed to hold them.

Reeling in the wind,

yet resisting, -

they already belonged

as a part of whole picture

to the brush of master…

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