by David Zarnitzky

A city tree
like a peasant indentured
with shackled feet
has no fair vision
of lofty heights climbing
or great girth gaining
to be hole-cut-through
and driven
on a picture postcard placed.
To the heavens
from its common root
Never shall it rise…

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March 10, 2009 at 1:04pm