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| Philadelphia seen from the Art Museum |
Trees
line the avenue
that
leads to city hall.
Lovely to look at, but
don’t
let them fool you.
Only
ancient ones speak tree—
those
deep in wild-way parks
and
in the spacious yards
of
once stately mansions.
Car
fumes and cigarette
smoke
choke up newer ones—
though
birds do their best to
restore
their consciousness.
We
try, too. We befriend
them,
hug and confide in
them,
needing tree wisdom
and
wild companionship.
Maybe
they need us as
much
as we need them.
Once,
one stirred in my arms
and
refreshed my tired soul.
My blog poems are rough drafts.
Please respect my copyright.
Please respect my copyright.
© 2018 Susan L. Chast
Yes, humanity needs to take the time and slowdown. Listening to the wisdom that's around us, which we normally ignore, until too late for all. Thank you, Susan, for reminding us of this lesson.
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