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December 29, 2021

Fuck Trees

Kira K. Homsher

Enough poems have been written about the trees
those stolid giants 
whose leaves glint like white metal in the sun, scattered
along the trail before me.

But what about the man with the silver ponytail
who glides by atop a tall blue unicycle
winking as he passes? Not enough 
has been said about him.