A sloth hangs in the
murk of a kapok tree,
feet vitally clenched.
I, on the other
hand, must will a fist.
Image: Nikolas Noonan on Unsplash
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Poetry by Devon Brock
A sloth hangs in the
murk of a kapok tree,
feet vitally clenched.
I, on the other
hand, must will a fist.
Image: Nikolas Noonan on Unsplash
Sweet and Bitter Greens 
Image in combination with the last two lines truly strikes a cord
Thank you AK.
D
Devon, a philosophical masterpiece, my good friend. Peace and light.
Thank you Lance. I had the thought in my head for several weeks until I came upon the tanka form, which allowed the thought to become manifest.
D
You are sincerely welcome, Devon. It’s absolutely perfect! Peace and light, my good friend.
Aw. Thank you so much, my friend. Peace and light! Absolutely.
D
My wonderful pleasure, Devon! And, thank you.