Thin it is -
it is thin and lonley
Where it sways only-
Only a few times a day..
And leaves fall down around it,
Lonley
Like tear drops, from the bark.
STANDING STILL
STILL IT STANDS
AND MANAGES
ALMOST, TO STOP.
And though through sticky summers
And so through lonley winters
Lonley it sways
Once a day,
A twig.
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