Doubting the Branch
Is out of touch and does not connect well with the
Rest of the tree and how tall it stands, shouldn’t
This natural grace come from within, not in such a
Demeaning position where ink spills from branch,
Writing cursive and spelling without seeing deeper
The meaning of life and love in this one drooping tree
Branch that is everything I want to be and more. The
Branch curves slightly down, like my frown in a way
And this causes others to see invisibly into my mind
A poetic verse of such lengthiness, and charming in
Looks I am jealous for the color of its yellow droplets
Which are leaves, the way they rest, peaceful on branch
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Christine Fleming is a sophomore pursuing a Baccalaureate of Arts in English with a concentration in Rhetoric. Christine has a fraternal twin sister, Julia, and they are best friends.