alone alone indeed except for squirrels the marsh the Spree slowly twisting turning effortlessly flowing north I look up I look down the river path and nothing stirs even the heron statues to seduce its prey I wonder I just wonder would anyone miss me more than for a short while perhaps I could become someone else or even better something else this monstrous beauty I lean against broken by storms split by lightning a home in home for the tiniest to the largest bald in winter green caped in summer spreading my seeds everywhere generation after generation decades nay centuries lovers will remember this tree its luscious bark its sense of place a support for loving silent alone alone indeed except for the squirrels
06/15/2016
Very lovely my friend.