A carved tree trunk traps
The last remnant.
The Autumn Reaper kisses
Frail widow branches
Sending their amber spouses
To open emerald graves
At last, the bare bark is clothed
By the looming shadow of a skyscraper.
Autumn leaves and aluminum cans
Crunch beneath my fleeing feet
Before splashing into the cement river,
Whose current drags me home.
sexy.
ReplyDeleteMark said: Great poem. It reminds me of an old tree on Easton Ave in New Brunswick NJ.
ReplyDeleteMark, that is EXACTLY what I wrote this poem about! How funny that you thought of that!!!
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