Branch and Root

Sere and fallow winter--
land lies at rest but not at peace
Even the black-branched trees
are dissatisfied with new, broad gap
between their branch-tips and the sky's roof

I imagine them dreaming
of reversing their roots, and 
growing columned into the sky, 
rooting into that atmosphere
A canopy of roots; then, bursting the chains of soil
with new leaves below the ground,

an outcry against the decomposition of 
thousands of brother-leaves.

A murmuring rumor
of death's reversal
seems to whisper
through their tired and
waiting branches.

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