almost dark i could still see my palm
i pick one of the acorns lying around
yes, how beautiful where it came from
this at one time sharing sap with a tree
it will take a century to be like that big
if it won't be eaten by deer or squirell
admiring smoothness of its skin, i keep
i put in my pocket, rattles with my change
memorable souviner, from towering tree
i got into my car, took out a small ziplock
scribble place, date and name of the tree
will stay in my room along with my poetry
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