This Tree
this tree
stands so tall
he has seen too much
or maybe
he has missed out on it all
freezing
all alone
in the snow
too distracted by
discomfort
to know
to see
you and I
lying to ourselves
and to each other
sitting underneath
his shade
in the snow
a separation
exists
between our lies and
gray skys
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
(Suzette Prime)
01/27/2021
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