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09/08/10
Evergreens
As I've aged, my vision of existence has diminished From that of a stately hundred-foot-high Wisconsin white pine Standing absolutely straight, against nature's tempests, On some ultimate reach of shoreline, Where an isolated beach meets a wave-abraded lake,
To that of a tiny, cascading Japanese black-pine bonsai tree Pruned by my mind's desire for order, harmony, peace, Growing in a pot so small, I can balance it on the tip of a finger And, lifting it heavenward, See sunrays sequined with eternity's green needles.
09/08/10
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