Floating

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One day
I slowly melted away
Into the roots of an angel tree
You see?

The sky
So red, as I said goodbye
Flowing with the living sap
No map.

So drunk
Overwhelming joy, to be in the trunk
moving through swaying branches to dance with leaves
I cleave.

I float
Among silvery petals, wearing their moonlight coat
Tree soul (or leech) as I draw strength and delight from her marrow
And sorrow.

-LM Jones

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