Rootless tree

 

 

Stubborn stains

 

I lift a finger

Just

Because you always said I wouldn’t

Take infinite care over anything that will

Prove you wrong

You were my harshest critic

And you never even knew me

Not this me

 

The finger hangs in the air

Pointing at nothing

I’ve forgotten it

Lost now in bitter reveries of

All those

Ancient condemnations

My arm grows tired

Complains

And I lower that protesting finger

And wonder who I’m really angry at

I’m getting worried it may start pointing my way.

 

 

 

 

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