Is the pain the tree felt
when lovers' initials were
carved into her trunk
imprinted within each
of her pine cones?
Why initials and not the full names? Do
fickle hearts want anonymity
as insurance against receding
desire?
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Footnote:
sparked by reading Satish Verma's
"Waning Moon"
https://www.postpoems.org/authors/satishverma/poem/1100928#comment-528592
A brilliant commentary on our
A brilliant commentary on our difficulty with commitment and an inspired interpretation of Satish's poem. Very nice.