the hints
that it may be going
or perhaps
gone
keep getting reported
tonight though
I drove home from my work
a different way
and
maybe it’s the time of year
a seasonal thing
maybe they were old
I don’t know
but I passed a mountain
of uprooted trees
higher than I’ve ever seen
uprooted
and heaped together
like a massive bonfire stack
before cracker night
on the fifth of november
and across the road
pears hung
yellow and over-ripe
beautiful
doomed
the trees un-watered
their leaves parched
and curled
this is orchard country
peopled by folk
who love their trees
as their children
and I cannot believe
no I cannot quite believe
the worst
is over
© Frank Prem, 2006
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