Heart of the Spruce

Old spirit tree,

I wonder how you

Cling to earth

With roots exposed.

Is your center holding

Fast despite the sea’s

Ever-changing attack?

Now surrounded by

Rusted rock, you

Embrace layered logs

Left by the high tide.

Your trunk bleeds

Pitch where lovers

Carved a heart deep

Into your torn bark.

You lean toward

The sea while you

Grasp the land with

One last link to life,

A gnarled, withered

Root tamped deep

Into the soil like

A stick of dynamite

Ready to ex

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