Origins Poem by Salvatore Ala
Origins
Trees walk out to sea,
Waters encircle them like floating barrels.
Tall mastheads with green sails cross the sun.
Thick lateral roots act as rudders.
The trees plunge in rogue waves
And trim sails, following a tree star.
Barely visible now, cargo birds break free,
Clouds of them on the horizon.
The last tree to cross,
Branches brushing the backs of elephants.
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4/24/2024 7:49:43 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A refined poetic imagination, Salvatore. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
Thank you. I will look for your poem Love and. Cheers!