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Friday, April 8, 2011

I can do better 55




Shadows on the grass,
gnarled knotted twisted bark
branches diligently reaching
dreams of summer leaves rustling
bees buzzing, birds nesting in your
haven
you are not for climbing
your perch on a hill makes you difficult to sit under
your roots are uncomfortable pillows
my neck aches as I attempt to cloud gaze
you're magnificent.