Tuesday, May 8, 2012

The wind & I

A few weeks ago the wind had
Blown over a termite Infested
Tree at the end of our property
So I chiseled away at the un
Sightly stump ‘til not much was
Left but a jagged sliver whittled
Beyond any recognition & as I
Broke off the last haggard shard
I experienced a reluctant sense
Of accomplishment mixed with
A burdensome melancholy &
Even though well & thoroughly
Powdered in woodchips & saw
Dust I felt myself exposed like
A mad tongue exploring an
Empty socket there amongst
Nature & all for a better view
Of the forest


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