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Poetry

Tree
The bark keeps squiggles
Like a brain
Wrinkled with age and worn with time
The ants live between in the spaces unseen
And do their work noticed by no human eyes
The trunk keeps going
Up and up
The roots go down and they grip on tight
Into the earth and up to the sky
Where its opening blossoms wave in the wind
The thin petals wiggle
And the leaves shimmer
Waxy and waving
The twigs creak and sway
The moss on the surface
Like a blanket, or makeup
Intermingle with webs of decay
The bark may be soft
But the hardness beneath
weathers the ever changing seasons
It stands here much longer than I ever could
No complaints or fatigue
Mere acceptance

I climb the twin oaks at my childhood home
The bark scrubs away at my skin as I grip
I feel the hot air as sweat drips off my chin
And wonder how high I could get on my own
A rest at last, I breathe
And lie upon a limb
I’m tired, but oh, I’m here and I’m relieved
The leaves adorn my crown
My head against the trunk
The rustling seems to be taunting:
Can you get down?
Promptly
Topics
It does impress to display expertise
On any one subject you speak on with ease
But start walking now and you may reach the tropics
Before I could choose from my favorite topics