Saturday, July 5, 2014

Uprooted

I uprooted four trees 
They blocked my view of the lake
They blocked my view of nature
They blocked my tranquility.
I uprooted them and then felt guilty
I pulled them out – tossing dirt and life
To the wind.

Now, they lay in a heap by rubbish
Next to grass clippings and leaves
And I’m not tranquil –
Not at all.

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