Richard George

After The Fall

I was a cherry tree once:
The flowers grow around me now,
Loosestrife and celandine.

A hundred years, more or less
My poor rings chronicle:
One rainy night, that rainy June

Down I came, waterlogged
And when you last expected it
My branches clutched at the morning.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 25, 2005

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