DAILY PHOTO: Chobe River (w/ Eagle)
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fallen leaves skitter
as grass sprouts in twined roots:
all seasons at once.
Oh, those high waters are rising;
They've spilled their banks in flood,
Slouching toward the Tree of Life:
Its roots immersed in mud.
That tree is just so stout & straight --
Unambitious of height --
Not man nor beast could knock it down,
Regardless of their might.
But just a long soak of its roots --
A gift of too much good --
And then a well-timed gust of wind
Will turn that tree to wood.

twisted root piles
stretch across the walkway,
reaching like amoeba.

roots held up the wall;
the wall supports the tree.
now, they’re one & same.

banyan roots
form cathedral columns
for the inner sanctum.

dead roots:
sinuous as a river,
luxuriant as hair.