Density crawled

draping
the boughs of
a wintered tree

accrued
and angel-cared,
one two three,

yet subtraction
agreed,
with a
disappearance
forseen –

the implosion grown
abridged,
dripping

and small.

*********************
one of those little verse items that creep into your brain and don’t let go until you formulate a poem.

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