in each forest,
there is a tree that is not
like any others.
The Tree [Haiku]
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gusty winds
write a hilltop puddle
into chaos.

rocky landscape:
under gray clouds as far as
eyes can see.

a hilltop tree,
bowed as if wind-shaped,
won’t budge for a breeze.

a butterfly
lounges in the sun;
and then is gone.

stony ground:
lush grass grows
in every divot.

ring of lily pads:
crowd around where the frog
plopped into pond.

I taste a liquor never brewed --
From Tankards scooped in Pearl --
Not all the Frankfort Berries
Yield such an Alcohol!
Inebriate of air -- I am --
And Debauchee of Dew --
Reeling -- thro' endless summer days --
From inns of molten blue --
When "Landlords" turn the drunken Bee
Out of the Foxglove's door --
When Butterflies -- renounce their "drams" --
I shall but drink the more!
Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats --
And Saints -- to windows run --
To see the little Tippler
Leaning against the -- Sun!