Poetry's Branch

Poetry’s Branch

Poetry’s Branch
Karyn Indursky


Dark brown tree bark
Etches into my soul
Like a pen
Grabbing my hand
Demanding me to write
Whether it’s inspirational, informative, or humorous
For poetry controls me
Day, night, storming, sunny,
But when I try
To force it to arrive
It’s faster than a cheetah
Fleeing a predator
And scarcer than food, water, money.

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