A TREE Poem by Claude Esteban

A TREE



A tree and then a tree and then
the cold


I don't want that blind one
to guide me anymore


how alone one is
when one has been walking from the outset


a tree and then
not even a tree, remote


others I loved, are far,
they are far.

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