The snow looks like
racing stripes
stretched up the sides
of the slender tress
making them look very fast
like they are only still
when I am looking
just waiting for me to turn away
so they can run free
trees are sensitive to the fact
that we humans are terrified
of the unexpected
but the birds place bets
on the birches
they are not limited to logic
or our species' great need
for things to make sense
of course when I think of it
nothing makes more sense
than trees racing
Sunday, January 30, 2011
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"If a tree races in the forrest and no one is there, does it...?" :)
ReplyDeleteHaha! Exactly!
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