The Tree in my Window
A sycamore holds its
leaf-shaped hands
out to me,
to embrace me,
to soothe me.
I watch its branches sway.
Calm.
Silent
out my window.
I dream.
Of nothing but green
against brown and blue
I gaze on
Hope and Eternity.
Marsha Salerno
Summer 2007
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