Sometimes, I write poems.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Spent a night in a forest
looking for a flawless tree.
Somewhere around three a.m.
I wondered about criteria.
Height? Girth? Bark texture? Leaves?
Root dispersion? Affinity to others?
Does this tree provide a natural habitat for animals or at least timber for homes for animals that pay taxes?
I got weary, and fast.
Leaned against one that made me sleep.
My last thought? The next time I do this
I'll set out in the daytime.
-- © Ciprianowords, Inc. 2011 --
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