Standing here, as others have and others surely will,
All fresh in new green blossom,
my limbs and wounded places are covered,
With beautiful leaves so tightly bound,
Not naked to the eyes,
A perfect tree?
Why yes, as perfect as one gets, out here among the fence lines, for though one whose movement is limited
Whose curling, turning life must make the path of great resistance, as
The gorgeous, almost semi-circle of my almost semi-circled body top,
The precious equal space whose equality cannot be equaled, as my tired limbs grow longer, and my trunk rocks further out in space.
Watch my lack of perfection,
I perfectly fit the world I am in.
Ralph E Peck
Photo by Christina Lundquist
Stigler, Oklahoma
Perfectly Proportioned
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