Up
in the steel grey
sky
the millionaire cranes
are swinging back
and forth
and forth
and
back
above
the city's
token planted tree
beside a road
where a blue
-grey bird
is nodding
and pecking
in roadside grit
and a man on skid row
in need of a bath
is sitting alone
in a shelter
for public
transport guests
Love the tree standing proud
ReplyDeleteGreat contrasts in this photo, Gwil.
ReplyDeleteYour words speak volumes...great writing~
John, the 'proud' tree's a bit skinny and scrawny but he's doing his level best.
ReplyDeleteJan, thank you, the unseen contrast is even greater, which I'll hopefully come to in one of the next posts.
I like the picture; it is just like one of mine.
ReplyDelete(Please change the 'reply to comments' format back to the old way of Bard. I dont like this way; it makes me feel like I am in a race of replies.
__ Only nature can make (seed) a tree.
ReplyDeleteLives made
rusty towers,
and street lamps at the curb
where car roofs clatter through the dust;
tree's seed.
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Rachel, I will see if I can do that. This was the way on zen because it was the only one I could get to work.
ReplyDeleteMagyar, thanks for the poem. Delightfully observed.
ReplyDeleteYou need to go to comment settings and change it. It is not obvious which setting it is!
ReplyDeleteThanks Rachel. Will try it out over the weekend.
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