It’s the same tree
Rooted there for ...
Count the rings
Fifty years?
And gone unnoticed, until
I lay with a lover
Crying on the floor about
Missing blinds, Shakespeare Sonnets
And fresh pain in the trash can
We lie without furniture
And stare through bare windows
At the stark, winter beauty
Of a single oak tree
The full moon its luminescent backdrop
Haunting branches reaching through the sky
Like hungry children for their mother
Hands clasped, we wonder
If we’d ever have noticed
The simple miracle of this tree
Without the glittering moon
Silently, I wonder if I’d have noticed
This tree
Had I not been
With a lover

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