#951 - on chainsaw Saturday

 

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on chainsaw Saturday

 

out here

distances hidden

 

valley all wires

transmits

a truth be told

 

a still cloud march

leaves shine held

 

and come to this

I light the fire

 

I love my neighbour’s tree

 

all reaching till

each way it will

all moss and lichen lovely

 

and though I can’t

I play the piano

a pause in the hostilities

then creatures bend an ear

 

vines climb

 

too many of us

they too few

 

tall to its death

from whom

so tells

the sky

the tree

 

it’s bringing the sun to its knees

it’s felling the light

the creek’s thrill wasted

whenever a giant comes down