The Unburning Bush - Poem by Mark Sauer
It grips the Earth in fractal fist,
One talon clenched beneath the dome,
And lipless sips through finger tips
The seeping springs that soak the loam;
The other hand to Heaven spans
And spreads a net to seine the sun,
Sucking sunbeams for sustenance
Into its columned skeleton.
Yearning tendrils weave earth and sky
Into conjoined theophany;
Exhaling life with endless sigh,
What sacred monster is a tree!
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