Oh to be a PoeTree swollen with memories oozing
from the most inner veins as passers-by
staple my de-barked tower with "For Rent", "For Sale" and "LOST Pet" signs and prick me
with peace buttons and architects discern
the best cut lines and lumberjacks
auction off the most majestic girth
for the insatiable
amusement
of others
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This is a lovely poem that I’ve pondered over since reading it. Lovely.