Monday, January 09, 2017


It feathers the sky
with enquiring branches
this monarch of the park.
Its roots interrogate
the soil
the subterranean sustenance
to keep its aged sovereignty.

Its sanctuary majesty
a roost, a home,
a roof for adolescent adventure:
the transient puberty
of love
that breaches its bark
with an affectation
of initials.

The trunk in scuffled scratches
demonstrates the hunger
of smaller souls
and the tit-for-tat
bartering of squirrel and bird.

But what lies hidden
beyond its bastion bark,
beyond the scan of eye,
in its heartwood soul,
arboreal bone and sinew
and wisdom of its age ?  

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