Blue green berries
on the tips of the cedar
hang seductively
as the finch lands close
only to spot me and fly to a perch
watching me, wondering what I'm doing
until his anxiety peaks and flies away
The top of the cedar broken off
leaving a scar and broken bark
pealed off from when natures violence violated
the tender growth
that in time will heal
and the cedar will grow
beyond my lifetime
Poem 22-017C
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