Marsh Maples
No wind, no sound, no time, no space.
Only trees, myriads,
Upright,
Vistas and aisles of them —
Black lacquer gods overlaid with gold leaf,
Ancient deities in congregation,
Half-obliterated, forgotten,
In the midst of a slow drifting
Of flakes of gold.
Only trees, myriads,
Upright,
Vistas and aisles of them —
Black lacquer gods overlaid with gold leaf,
Ancient deities in congregation,
Half-obliterated, forgotten,
In the midst of a slow drifting
Of flakes of gold.
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