Thursday, November 10, 2011

From an Oak Tree

I climbed to the highest limb
and looked down. Points
of grass poked up from the earth.
Rocks looked like pebbles
and a hill flattened itself
into the ground.
No one looked up
and I didn't call out.
What would I say?
You're really quite small
viewed from here.

Poetic Asides
"Another Perspective"

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