Nothing so much as a beautiful
exposed skeleton, standing tall, all erect
so were the stately trees, going down the hill
heading for home once more
standing tall against the frozen blow
the frigid air, even in autumn
the raw March wind
that October day
tall elms,
standing still
remaining where they are
living still in the yards off the
central streets, the crowded corridors
bearing the names of stately trees, long gone
Skeletons, swaying, bending but not breaking
in the fall wind
elegant in their exposed state
vertebrates, definitely
November 10, 2007 8:30pm
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Vertebrate
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