I much prefer the politics of trees
They haven’t got any, you see
They just grow
Minding their own business
Taking in the sun
Giving breath to all life
At home, their sturdy place in the world
Content
Until some fool human
Chops them down for
Kindling.
(Previously published in The Short North Gazette, Nov.2001)
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Thankyou Laurence, Very strong emotion in this, something gentle and pure about the way that trees grow, love Duncan