A tree drops a limb for me
and misses. The gift
of life detaching
to become a random crack
against concrete.
On my walk on,
I won’t take it so hard.
A tree drops a limb for me
and misses. The gift
of life detaching
to become a random crack
against concrete.
On my walk on,
I won’t take it so hard.
I wrote a love poem
to a tree. Now
I’m learning not to wait
for a reply.