Canopy Grief

These days, we all walk the red dirt road
over the remains of our nation’s ancient trees.
Their branches hanging upside down
like collapsed bronchi.
A patchwork of sky made from their felling.
The shade of their height and girth,
the deepest loss to planet earth.

© khartless 2021, All Rights Reserved


“I feel as useless as a tree in a city park standing as a symbol of what we have blown apart.”

For Allen Ginsberg

Among other things,
thanks for explaining
how the generous death
of old trees
forms
the red powdered floor
of the forest.

-Dorothea Grossman

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