This one is dedicated to the tree outside my house. Hopefully most of it will still be there later on today. From a tree-hugger...
London trees
Here, they chop at trees
before 8am. Someone forgot
the eulogy in their hurry
with cutter and scythe.
We bail out, take a trip
beyond concrete & grit
to fields of towering oaks,
untouched by man.
No one says they’ve grown
too big, too wide, too anything.
Resplendant in their bark
costumes, they loosen hair,
stretch in yoga poses,
whispering songs they know.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, February 5, 2021
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