Poet Tree
Saturday, March 6, 2021
Lake Ramona from Potato Chip Rock
The boulders stretch out on these hills,
Resting momentarily.
They are not their brother's keepers,
But there they are,
In warm enough proximity to know
What the individual can't.
So much time to learn
The simplest things.
These meadows, these trees,
As close as home can be.
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