Perception

Perception

“I saw it,” he cried. “The monster.

It reached upwards towards the towers, 

searching for more power. I saw it there. Go. Look.”

I stepped carefully. “There?” 

He nodded and pointed and ran away to the next person.

I looked. I looked around and all over, 

looking up towards the tower 

through the limbs 

of the often-pruned apple tree, 

its arms reaching up, bare, 

in the winter light.

Sheri Edwards

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Poetry / Photography

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