SOVEREIGN

An ancient beech reaches upward
with twisted limbs like thin arms
on a beggar silhouetted  across
the golden orb of a harvest moon
reflected in a dark shimmering pool
beneath the roots of this monarch,
silent ruler over this lonely kingdom

—–jerry Marks

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