Wahby and I were sitting at the park, waiting for the rest of the group to show up...then he said something about how the tree blocking our view was suddenly naked...and so I wrote...
They crunched angrily
Beneath my feet.
Mad at nature
For their time has
Come to an end.
This season, the trees
Will stand naked, bare
In the bitter cold.
As their garments
Have been ripped & torn
& shredded brutally
Against their will.
Now there is room
For the new, soft
& fresh green clothing.
It's all part of the
Circle of life.
We die & rot in
The earth & leave
Space for the imports
Sent in women's wombs.
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