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  • Gary Hunter

Tree Triming - June 1, 2022

I often think about

those clipped branches

sawed limbs

decapitated fingers

arms and heads of a tree

maybe like us

the creature's deepest feelings

must wait for

a sympathetic listener

to let them out


that sliver of moon

on a cloudy night

who hears the screams

no one else can


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