alone on a hill
stands a cherry tree
without leaves
only twigs
stretching to the
the moon
on this cold
and damp
night
like some kind of
human hands
and thin body
in the act
of a very deep
prayer
(except for
me
it does not
know you)
RIC S. BASTASA
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alone-on-a-hill/
