Sunday: Cleft Rock Poem by Francis Poole

Sunday: Cleft Rock

Lying on my side
in the sun
I see an olive tree
growing out of
a cleft rock.
It is bowed over so
it nearly touches
the ground
like a stone-age dream
or some old agony
I had almost forgotten,

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