Whailing Tree

You have been there time after time

to hear my lines and every rhyme.

Too distracted, I did not see

the tail of a whale

on a limb up in the tree.

Guess I never stood

on the uphill side,

where mosses grow

and the mammal resides.

A burl for the torso,

broken branch forks out, steering.

Looks down laughing,

wooden smile endearing.

I’ve delivered monologues,

here and I’ve cried.

I’ve prayed and chuckled

and to me I have lied.

Poem and photo copyright by Mar Startari, 2019

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