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Walking with 95 - April 11, 2021

  • Gary Hunter
  • Apr 11, 2021
  • 1 min read

mother’s knotted and

crooked finger points

at the towering eucalyptus

and the large swelling on the trunk


What is that?


It’s called a burl a growth

that gets larger and larger

which someday may kill

the tree I say


She lowers her hand onto

the walker and plunges ahead

towards its branches’ willowy shade


bounces hard over a bump in the

sidewalk keeps going

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