Thursday, June 24, 2010

Trees

The uphill climb
with a whispering sun
refreshes.
A lane of young trees
sway like kids left alone.
One tall, geriatric,
leafless stalk,
tied to a shorter one
has grown bent.
Landlady barren,
maidservant fecund,
implies the blooming stump.

- Max

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