Tree Poem by Sheena Blackhall
Tree
TREE as a name
Doesn't grow as a tree does.
It does not sprout letters in Spring
Nor lose them in Winter
Birds do not sing In the branches of TREE
Nor do they nest
In the white spaces of a page.
Clouds do not rest
On the tops of
The printed word.
The stars do not shine
Through the print
Nor does the snow
Steal up the stems of ink
Soft, like a dove breathing.
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