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Elbow Tree pt. II: Crab Apple Mess
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Extended Poetry In the ground he planted in
In the descending field
A chorus of cloned trees
Aged to the bone
Age to the groaning heart
He’s seen them come and go
He’s seen them all
He sits lonely as the hermit crabs
The naked elbow tree
In a mess of crab apples
I met this old one
I climbed his sandpaper bark
And sniffed out the apple air
And sniffed out the loneliness
Within his apple heart
This poor old man stuck in the ground
As the air grows old
Mosquitoes come out to feed
And the night comes to life
Over fuzzy mountains
The magnifying glass
Will bring us all together
To show us up close
Personal
In a magnifying glass fire
All the trees will burn
When they tried to over think
The simplicity within
