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The CorkScrew Tree

The corkscrew tree is strange to me
I often wonder why they be
They twist and turn a screw to up
A spiral spinning to the sun

I’ve seen them here
I’ve seen them there
Rare though are they as a bear
In deep, deep woods without a care

Grown in motion round and spun
The in’s and out’s a dance un-won
A waltz as still as marble time
On a stage obscured and paid no mind

I know not why they roll and bend
Bind together with no end
Stretched out two stems they turned to trunk
Each one the boss, the other thunk