CITY ISLAND LINES
Sturdy trunks offer solace and shade.
A stoic face Full of grace. Supple arms draped in gossamer webs, Swaying easily, Dancing breezily. Long limbs slender or stout, Cloaked in lichens, As fruit ripens. Roots twisted with history and memory. Raised like veins, Or sunken skeins. Trapped in a tempest, Braced for the storm, Boughs torn. Branches flailing helplessly, Violently swaying Perhaps praying. Sap seeps from fresh wounds, Weary but stoic, Even heroic. Trees weave yesterday with tomorrow. The cycle of despair And repair. Take the time To ask a tree About the future it can see.
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Two silhouettes on the sand
Side by side but separate Feet, eyes, hearts drawn To one another Shunning their bickering brethren They improvise a discordant duet No fighting, just flirting, as they shuffle ever closer To one another The sky softens as the sun sinks A misty sickle moon demurely looks away Furtively, I too leave them to declare their love To one another 6 Aug 2019 **Published on-line at: www.SongsOfEretz.com (June 2020 Summer Issue)** |
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