“Around here someplace, he told me to take the trail past the grapevines, the overgrown brush pile with its spider, squirrel, and badger condos, into The Woods, and then head into the Wayback, where I lost the arrows the time we played golf, before the Vine City.”
“You’ll see it inside before you can find it on the out”
“I don’t know why I feel so delicate, Winter’s impact may be greater than I realized now that the ice has cracked”
“ It’s not the break that hurts/it’s all the little pieces”
“Running with the Dead/challenges, heart, lungs, body/they sleep and I live.”
“‘What makes it important?’ ‘What a silly thing,’ I said ‘why would a tree or any other person be important?’ ‘Well, there is Blake? ‘O yes, of course, Blake’”
“‘The tree was important to you?’ ‘Yes, it was’ ‘Was?’ “Well it’s smaller now and people prefer geocaching with their phones, to hiding secrets for future generations.’ ‘What secrets?’ “Well you think it’s the Oneworld tree, but as you grow older, if you pay attention, it becomes the many.’”
“Ever receding, ever beginning, ever ending”
Happy Monday, Y’all.
Con/Jur/d, 4/19/2021
P.S. Today’s poem is the modified haiku above with the running gif;-)
Oh the stories those trees could tell.