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Sunday, 6 July 2025

Plain

What I see

Is the big big tree

Way way bigger

Than me


At first I bask

In its enormity

Gathering in

Also letting through the sunlight


But on closer inspection

I become concerned

At its significant lack of symmetry

Out of sync almost two-fold


The west side stretches

To where the west side sun resides

The east side closes up

To were the east side sun rises but moves on


How long can this go on

The cousin across the green

Has already suffered the ignominy

Of replacement