|Oct/Nov 2011 Poetry Special Feature|
Mosaic artwork by Laura Robbins
Illusion held in a jade pot,
Aged trunk remembers
the fume of cool glades, chaste rain,
echoes intangible legends
woven into shape
from a pound of oak flesh.
Wisdom is accentuated
by the price tag
glued to the nursery countertop.
Gnarled bumps write the postscript/
tranquility that goes beyond
a forest filled with trees.