ears scooped the twain tree
not the same wind, maybe the same storm don't remember
wazzunt tracking any atmospheric river or its hiccups
another tree bolted one sprig one way
left the better root bound to stay the course
in the city, it's doomed too
in the nature, it has years, decades, a century or two
z walked out from the shakedown
we'll spend the summer bucking wood for next winter
keep the red sea musk tube riviera to former gaza project 25,
z has a thick bunion that why he wears kevlar jammies
tack the fence back together so the dog don't run
sweep up cart off the sticks leave the chipped mulch
or walk around, climb, take a moment to enjoy
wind pulls every wishbone
you think you won,
no. no. no,
tass gets shown the door that the AP isn't invited thru
carving the turkey left unsigned back to europe's canopy
rooting for stability while off the beaten path,
same wind still blows the drones around, alliances dry
shed, root into mulch which does far more productive
work as nourishment than as gutter clogger
tho the galoshes industry thinks different
nw pdx
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