Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Trees

Trees as tall as five stories
stare at me like
slightly offended priests.
Nature's mobiles,
like extra glamorous women,
their torso and limbs exuding
harmonious riffs adding
to untimed symphonies.
On a windless morning,
their quiet repose seems
more a readiness than fatigue.
A perpetual delight.

- Max

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