Better Views
Trees hide the better
views,
so they say, but I say
trees are the views—
tall thick oaks like beloved
grandfathers
lovely golden aspens
shaking castanets
weeping willows
swaying like hula dancers
cottonwoods with
seeded fluff like children blowing bubbles
pine trees, ever green
and pointing up, godly reminders,
poplars, maples, elm,
tulip, hickory, birch, ash, larkspur—
all lovely views
within themselves. See, really see, the trees.
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