Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Arboreal Haiku

It lay so alone
unaccustomed to all time
unaware of us

A stump so lonely
in bewitching solitude
rests there peacefully

I watch it glumly
thinking, what is its story
how did it get there

It watches me too
thinking, why is she staring
and is she lonely?

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