Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Crisp Grasp

One day I watched a tree shed all it’s leaves in an hour.
It was a young tree..
It’s haste left me rooted to the ground
It was taking my speed
My need to get it done get it done get it done now
get there now
do it now
have it now
My ineptitude in the art of waiting

Or was I poisoning it?

My mere presence sapping this tree of it’s youth
Bulldozing it towards winter’s crisp grasp

One Poem and One Day At A Time

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