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Taken from my collection 'Lines'.

 

Walk, don’t run,

to the vanishing point of life.

Memories will splinter,

yet resile complete blight.

A select few will be engraved

with work and weather

like a palm of leather, distressed.

Bark is temporary

 

but within a seed you grow.

The end point vanishes

as your sap is used to bear new branches

and the wind takes seeds to sew.

For as long as bark grows linear,

annual rings spread circular.

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