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a tree's base
is all there is where once green leaves umbrella-ed
the ones beneath protected and housed
plants as well as animals all alike
now wasted cut up, burned in less than a month
a century it took from seed to maturity
remember this last winter's chill sub-zero
temperatures to cold to live out doors.
No! This oak tree's life was not entirely wasted
Its stump a seat where lovers meet and share their tongues in kiss
the tree base still provides a surface like a picnic table
a display for food and games to sit on to lay on and get laid on.
This tree base is marred by chainsaws waiting next
to the path for those needy travelers who long for its services.
In the off-tourist season, it's a plateau and sunning spot for a lizard couple.
Age rings of time tell their own story from way back and a sappling
at the base slowly stretching towards the heavens confirms that
fertile ground and good seed is all we need to live forever.
helmut s. 6/98 ...click below to go
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