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wood (or) go, my brother.

by Joe Khan

the wood bends,
enough to make you
feel at home.
each sturdy bond
relaxed by time,
forged by years
of subsistence,
birthed from the
mother root.

each spindled strand
tussles with the others
making way for growth,
creating pathways
of their own.

06/03/2010

Posted on 06/03/2010
Copyright © 2025 Joe Khan

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