Friday, July 20, 2018

poem of the day July 20


I am friends with a tree
but I do not know if the 
tree is friends with me
It just stands there and 
lets me pick its fruit
without a sound
Never once telling me
to stop or go
or where to touch
So I do what I please
eat the blossomed fruit
prune a branch or two
All the time wondering
Does the tree like me
better then a honey bee? 

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