Mask and Bark July 30, 2015 / Arambler every poem is a love poem is the last ash swaying its branches to reach the oak cut down so many mornings ago Share this:Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...