behind those trees borne
a dream for tomorrow
bright day of awakening
where close lips speak
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i keep walking, i see an oak tree
it's been there for years growing
twice as much when i was a kid
it keeps tabs of time embeded,
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i lean on her trunk thinking
asking what could be like
a century ago to this day
i could see thick wilderness
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i look up to see prickled leaves
dying growth of moss on north
oozing sap from woodborers
bees drilling on dried branches
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i hug her trunk and whisper
like greats mongols to a tree
let go, i let my palms rub-away
few tiny bits of bark fell off me
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almost dark i could still see my palm
i pick one of the acorns lying around
yes, how beautiful where it came from
this at one time sharing sap with a tree
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scorching heat from overhead
parasols too shy show but hats
strolling casually by seashore
with shorts, sneakers and phone
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gone were pretty petals
fluttering from branches
kissing my eyes and bees
shiny buds bursting sprinkles
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wheels has been driven out
by good weather so to speak
this would be a good business
for food industry so as clothes
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bargain seekers are on the prowl
in flea market, store, outlets, mall
arm with plastic card and desire
seasonal sale for incoming style
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