Tree
where you go
the wind follows
as if no
choice remains but
that of sun
and oak an
attraction such that
limbs curve to
light a certainty
which cautions us
to intrude lest
we lose all
sight and sense
of beauty you
are this tree
Written in the 80s, “Tree” first appeared here in December 2014.
O at the Edges 
Truly wondrous and foreboding words……
“which cautions us
to intrude lest
we lose all
sight and sense
of beauty you
are this tree”
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I have left that tree behind, but the poem remains. The tree does, too!
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Yeah, for the tree š²š¤
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I really like this one, Bob. It reminds me of looking at some of my old stuff and thinking – did I really write that 40 years ago? 50 years ago?
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Thanks, Dan. Some of my older pieces seem to have been written by a total stranger. This one sounds more like me.
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Wonderful!!
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Thank you, Paula. Much appreciated.
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