startling banals

17 October 2007


I am a tree-
Not the tender seedling
Young, vulnerable

Nor the supple sapling
Flirting, flaunting
Greenery in the wind.
I am a tree-

I am a tree-
Broken, gnarled
Rooted fingers
Clutching desperately to my soil.
Battered, bruised shoots
Struggling fiercely towards the sun.

I am the tree
You chopped.

-Colleen Smith-Brown


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