Once in the clouds.

August 07, 2014  /  Paul Joyce

Here's a tree
Chopped and carved
Naked and plundered
A suburb separation now 
Borderguarding weeds from tyre.

Horizontal humbled
bleeding plastic green 
Knot cracking 
Spiral eyes forced open
moon mercy its only silence.

Rootless now
It lays, fateless and barren
Dry dreaming of hushed breezes 
Cloud tower caresses
The sensual ache of the saw's first cut.