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how can we compete with trees?

artists, sculptors

trees bring them to their knees

jeez Louise

look at those trunks

big spunks

those leaves

those colours


in the dry

we pass them by

their beauty lying doggo

but come the rain

the wet

the water rushing down the plug hole

their palette suddenly

comes alive

like someone switched

the filter up

to hyper-real

surreal they are

wet magic

and each one unique

chuck out your chisels

and paint brushes

throw your easels under buses

we can’t compete

with trees.

My book of poems, A Day At A Time In Rhyme (Littlefox Press) can be found here:

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