The Old Palm Tree - Aug. 30, 2022
- Gary Hunter
- Aug 30, 2022
- 1 min read
cabbage leaves
in a rose’s whirl
perch high
on the crooked
finger of a trunk
too tall to shade
too high for birds
perfectly playful
in a soft wind
manic in a fierce one
the sun closer than
any earthly scurry
a moon always near
if I was her
feeling adopted
by these heavenly parents
I might question my future
to continue growing higher
higher would I lose touch
with everything below
forget where I came from
or worse
never escape
the feeling of a life
lacking purpose
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