trees looking for their quench of fiery wet,
lusting infinity that runs clear and bright light,
of an unsavored heaven.
filling up on meaningless quench.
waiting for the deepest inspiration.
to reach reach and reach and then to bow,
sway of mirth below the earth.
above the towered clouds.
growing with muted abstinence -
dancing a viral glee.
awaiting the hour of sungazing safety,
of something new.
oil on canvas, 48x36", 2015