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Black poplar rising [134] (12 lines)
Black poplar rising
The Balm of Gilead1 points to the sky
as it bids its angels goodbye.
They're off to fly on wings of cotton,
their innocence forgotten once they find new homes,
taking root wherever there's a trickle of water
to aim new shoots for the sky
that guide the weary traveler across this arid land.
For where there's a black poplar rising
there's a place to rest
and in the shade a place to search for water
or, too weary to carry on, lift expectant eyes
to empty skies and seek ascension.
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