TOWN TREES
O wretched mossy trees
your limbs are painted green
wetter than i have ever seen
as if no beauty there has ever been
trees lifting your heart to heavens height
fails with this town green blight
snaking skyward in dissarray
so long yet until sunny may
when tenticles dipped in mossy slime
can hide your sadness in its time.
L. Ivison 2026 @ copyright.
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