Mac
07-11-2005, 02:39 PM
Sunlight shines through
the sky-blue patch
where the old elm stood.
So easily, the breeze
forgets the leaves
and the distinct rustle.
It’s been one year,
and I can barely remember
the tree, much less the fellow
who cut its skeleton down.
the sky-blue patch
where the old elm stood.
So easily, the breeze
forgets the leaves
and the distinct rustle.
It’s been one year,
and I can barely remember
the tree, much less the fellow
who cut its skeleton down.