Breathing Tree
Too chiffon to talk real—
I'm lying— cause it will stump
When saws and hands tear through;
I planted its green life in my heart.
Sounds far reeling in my ears
That a rattling forest construes
as neither chopping— or even music.
My tree is stalwart and virtuous—
Soon a martyr for humanity.
I breathed out its vital puffs—
Breaking shadows for my angst.
Like me, limbs stain and shiver—
I lean in to shake where she's
Fixing me with her oxygen mask.
Copyright © Paige Hind | Year Posted 2023
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