Circumstantial Words by Devin Pavlischak/ December 1st, 2015 ©

A tree moves, then another.

Listen closely, they’re whispering.

Find another way, lovely giants.

What a circumstance, chaotic roots.

Gnarled branches, flowing in a bending wind.

Old men in a park, whispering an old rhyme.

They’ll make you old, those words are free.

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