Satirical Dances

For all of his branches

The way they hold fast in a breeze

For all his expanses

Roots anchor to bedrock, he cleaves

For nature’s advances

Battered, poisoned, soil stained and steeped

Satirical dances

Mourning most at his loss of leaf

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A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.

Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.

Blossom. Re-blossom. Keep doing it.

"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"

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