Category: trees
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#1 and 2
#2 dead limb falls in woodsrattles leaves of the livingon it’s way to rest #1 there is an echo wind carries from where it’s been sit and be quiet 10-29-20
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sitting in the clammy dew
Out under the trees where groundskeepers never go leaves stand thick around a bench with a cracked slat of faded wood On this foggy bottom morning I carry a notebook, a pen, a new book to read and coffee in my blue cup I sit upon the dewy bench sip warm coffee open the book…
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Under a bush
walk in wet leaves off the paved path listen to muffled rustling empty beer can under a bush why not hold it a bit longer? how many homes for the homeless could the trees in this park build? how many homes sit empty, because banks and landlords want money? need in want of a solution…
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Choking on Colossians 3:18
Last year, you cut the vine choking young trees in your yard Rhythmic sucking sounds haunt trees Leave scars where sap drained from flesh This morning, rotted pieces fell from sky you gather tinder by the wood pile 10-23-26
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haiku as told by a tree
emptiness allows a stretched string to fill a room a drum to keep beat 10-19-20
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two haikus for a limb lying in the grass
lichen covered limb to what heights did you attain before you fell here? I will light your pyre your fragrance to scent my clothes free the glow within 10-13-20
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Bob’s Reggae kind of morning
Last night’s rain drops Drip from trees Rhythms birds sing Not taught in school Water strums on leaves A knowing back beat “Cause every little thing Is gonna be alright” 9-25-20
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meditation on dying
before the rain before you settle in for the night you walk familiar streets admire mowed lawns limbs trimmed stacked along curbs waiting for the city to haul away _____ sweaty shirt sticks to back and belly trees touch arching green over quiet streets silence thrums just before cicadas roar _____ kudzu pulls roof and…
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