Forever Breezy 2.5.23
"Seedy Fellows"
As I grow older, farther
From forests once that lay
Beyond yards, neighbors
To let go, grows easy
Of the austere mystere
Many lost things
In place and times, greener
Which more has grown
The whittling wood
Or
The accumulating man?
Ascension housing branches
Now brittle at my inspect
Wet is the crown that rests
Upon my head beyond the canopy
I feel uprooted from the forests
Carried by less than gentle winds
Concrete too will crack
For stronger scorched-earth seeds
@env0writes C.Buck
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