Tree in the Little Green
There's a treein the little green yard
between my apartment
and the lake
This morning
I found it
lying on its side
in the grass
It's not
a mighty tree
gnarly or sturdy
it never was
It was long
and elegant
and feminine
it was beautiful
I never
really noticed it
out there
hiding in the open
Until last week
I turned the corner
and there it was
bare and pale
There were
four birds
tall and curvy
two white two grey
They were standing
on four branches
in a vertical zigzag
staring at the sunset
The sky
was orange
and the clouds
were purple
The breeze
was wet
and warm
and soft
With each gust
a stray feather
on each bird
flapped up and settled
One preened itself
back to perfect
the others just stood
blinking in the breeze
Now the tree
is resting on its side
branches folded
in the soft green grass
The birds
aren't there
they wont be
coming back
Because they can't see
the sunset anymore
over the cat's tails
swaying in the lake
Poetry by Rapscallion
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Written on 2008-08-12 at 06:47
Tags Tree Nature Loss
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