Bent There is a tree bent backward in a meadow that I know. In the evening light the white trunk bending back glows. Bent back on itself as though a strong wind blows. I am that tree and I feel that wind on me, and it grows, and grows, and grows. -amy isikoff newell
Bent
Bent
Bent
Bent There is a tree bent backward in a meadow that I know. In the evening light the white trunk bending back glows. Bent back on itself as though a strong wind blows. I am that tree and I feel that wind on me, and it grows, and grows, and grows. -amy isikoff newell