Sunday, March 3, 2019

Poetry: ROOTS

3-headed fir
asserting dominance in a
suburban lot
did it
cheer the birth of
dirt track and
cobble lane
and
paved highway?
Did it
recoil
from the rebellious braying
of domesticated asses or
the raucous belch of
engines and
exhaust?
What did it
make
of the belligerent pounding
of jackhammers an th inelegant
cleaving
of the trunks
of so many of its neighbours on other
lots
and the inexhaustible
gulping
of the soil to accommodate the spoils of the
two-legged marauders
it has stoically seen
new moon after
new moon
and persevered in its own
singular mission
drawing strength from
the giving Earth
and returning it
in near
equal measure

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