Tree Poem by Dan Chiasson

Tree



All day I waited to be blown;
then someone cut me down.
I have, instead of thoughts,
uses; uses instead of feelings.
One day I'll feel the wind again.
A moment later I'll be gone.

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Dan Chiasson

Dan Chiasson

Vermont / United States
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