Just taking a stab at my Last Acorn contest theme.
Why me? Alone. At edge Of decimated deciduous Sanctuary destroyed. I long for boughs Now taken Ringed history Sacrificed On the altar Of a paved future. I am the hope Of a backyard rope swing A Robin's nest A squirrel's sustenance. I shall ride The muddy flow Of unchecked runoff Sink deep my roots And grow. John G. Lawless 5/4/2020
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