Johanna Boal


Like Trees In Winter

As we emerge, we can see them.
Some come together, hunkering down
Many are dispersed on their own,
Dark and hazy in their remoteness,
Trucks and branches appear, they seem aloof,
In earnest we gaze at them.
Poverty-stricken nests uncovered, wild and low
But somehow, attention-grabbing features
In invested fields,

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