the bushy tree in the temple wall isn't so claustrophobic as I.
Tree Hugged [Haiku]
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one oak tree
stands atop the hill:
unstruck by lightning.

cypress tips
glow with afternoon sun:
yellow for a time.
Have you seen a tree bleed?
Yes. I've seen a tree bleed.
It bled bright red arterial blood...
or sap --
but not that sticky, very viscous
kind of sap that one knows from Maples.
This was the consistency of blood,
as well as its color.
It's disconcerting to see
the scratched bark of a tree
ooze a fluid so blood-like.
It makes one question
one's assumptions,
such as whether a tree feels:
a scratch or cut or the nail
pounded into its trunk to
hang something for one's
momentary convenience.
And when I see lover's initials
carved into a tree, I now can't help
but wonder how the lovers would feel
about the tree's initials being carved
into their flesh.

red blossoms
in the understory,
briefly catch the sun.

the tree stretches
wildly in all directions,
and yet feels balanced.