StuntedA Poem by Leslie Philibert
About an apple tree in my garden
An untreelike tree,
witches caught turning their safe-cracker hands.
Crippled by disregard,
there will be no arboreal transubstantiation.
A faded portrait parsimonious with leaves,
ready to recant its belief in Summer.
It is a quiet surrender down to witless roots.
© 2011 Leslie Philibert
Added on December 29, 2011
Last Updated on December 30, 2011
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