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Relic (The Wise One)

 

The wise one could not

resist water and winds

those hollowing forces 

neither blessing nor sin

 

I was born near where 

the river meets the sea

but rooted to the beach

an odd mariner tree

 

Time brought no ship

and took all my leaves

gulls perch upon me

as though they believe

 

The sailors call me relic

now bent and deformed 

though never being angelic

yet somehow transformed

 

verse and painting 

by Kelly Leichert

November 4, 2021