Your new green oak leaves Have yet to arrive, I will Keep my words to myself. ……. Ah, finally here. Through all your years Just enough nourished Your extravagance. ……. Dead or broken limbs Sooner or later fall. If I were only taller. ……. Yesterday I cut Split your smaller brethren Stacked them just so. …….. Six or seven red headed Yellow breasted Tanagers Flew into you and out Your other side, as if You were nothing But air. ……. Yes, indifferent as A bucket of rocks, next to The purple camas. ……. Thousands of acorns Each could be Except for. ……. I admit I have Shoveled you from the fire box Cast you adrift. ……. Barrels of whiskey Liquid parliament Each vote voicing Another round circling Lost time. ……. Making love on an oak floor Terrible idea. Tap dancing Yes, tap dancing. …
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