jack, pine
our timelapse life
watching you grow
young conifer
woody enough
to not be trampled
by undiscerning bucks
or nibbled to death
by anxious rabbits
green enough
to bend with storms
and when the sun comes out
redolent with
clean sweet
pungent
presence.
s. wakeman
8 august 11 (ii)
Saturday, August 27, 2011
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