Trees
Of course, with trees
size, canopy and trunk
are all the visual rage
under-looked the hidden
page, the rich story
of roots – a vast network
of quietly, dutifully serving
like the people of a city
far beneath its towers
the High-risers of man
I doubt of God….
as with clouds
their fluffy, puffy floating
far beneath such lofty trance
overshadowed
are the boughs of
rivers and streams
tucked safely away
in their fluid mirrors
humble nests of
yet higher reflection….
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2023
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