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Observational poem September 17, 2007 Bare Rough knobs of tree flesh dig into the pads of my thumbs A soft moth leaps to my hand Hidden by his home until the sudden move Gossamer threads of spiderwebs cling like blind bats To their living supports Cool blue grey shimmers above the dusky Brown bark Sharp, crisp, clean aroma Like cooking fires on a frosted alpine morning Knotholes like pressed lips. The harsh, cold bark On a hot summer day Cooler to the touch than an iced Glass of lemonade So solid and rooted Illusions stripped bare by the uneven Winter bark

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Observational poem

September 17, 2007

Bare

Rough knobs of tree flesh dig into the pads of my thumbs

A soft moth leaps to my hand

Hidden by his home until the sudden move

Gossamer threads of spiderwebs cling like blind bats

To their living supports

Cool blue grey shimmers above the dusky

Brown bark

Sharp, crisp, clean aroma

Like cooking fires on a frosted alpine morning

Knotholes like pressed lips.

The harsh, cold bark

On a hot summer day

Cooler to the touch than an iced

Glass of lemonade

So solid and rooted

Illusions stripped bare by the uneven

Winter bark