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Connections: August 1.17

Not many can do this

I’m sure you’ll agree:

balance hot-air balloon

on top of a tree.

But if I stand tippy-toe

and stretch carefully

I can place it

— just so —

prestidigitously.

 

 

 

 

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Connections: March 27.17

 When I was very small,

“Me, myself and I”

was snappy repartee

though I couldn’t tell you why.

A hundred years have passed

voices come and gone

but me, myself and I

remain and chatter on.

Here’s where we meet for coffee

this tri-partite banquette

you can find us here engaged

in earnest tête-à-tête.

If occasionally you hear

barnyard din from this old tree

remember me, myself and I

can often disagree.

More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.

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Connections: January 28.17

vh-2016-11-36-old-treeCrumpled

something tall and proud

lies felled

death took it

then blade

now knelled

in crackling whisper

as kin mark

their own sure geld

respectfully distant

from remnants

sentinel’d

in tender long shadows

shrouded

farewelled.

More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives,

Vernon Hill Gallery.

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Connections: January 12.17

SANYO DIGITAL CAMERALichens, they tell me,

aren’t bad for the tree

I have my doubts

they’re too creepy-crawly

with cold perspiration

bespangling its bark

poor tree seems so helpless

against winter’s dark

I know it wants to stretch

and scratch

but it’s stuck in place

and fungal thatch.

With thanks to Messrs. Gilbert and Sullivan.

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