Bamboo
It must be the hottest summer
when a bamboo weave lays adrift,
a little stiff yet the motion
of its flowing body offers a dance
to the sun and moon that hides
the zing of heat---burning, breaking.
Brian Strand's No 770
Copyright © Lyva Marty | Year Posted 2015
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