Tuesday, August 26, 2008

 

Poetry Fusillade, pt 6: Hardwoods

I planted this tree
Just outside my back door
A labor of love, even that-
Drove my shovel just there.

It grew some each year
I watched from the kitchen
That tree rooted me
As I had done, him.

And yet it was there
Bigger, different
But in the same place
Where I had had put him,
Until he wasn't.

Love never stops them
From leaving home.

Comments:
Uhhh... is this about a kid or an ent?
 
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