Treasure Island

Bob Hicok

(1960 - / Michigan)

Poems of Bob Hicok

The Maple

is a system of posture for wood.
A way of not falling down
for twigs that happens
to benefit birds. I don't know.
I'm staring at a tree,
at yellow leaves
threshed by wind and want you
reading this to be staring
at the same tree. I could

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