DAILY PHOTO: Gate & Palm Trees, Vat Visounnarath
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pink blossom drops
in still morning air
beside a quiet lake.

Jacarandas bloom:
thousands of miles from home,
but no less purple.

blossom drops,
fluttering slantwise
into still water.


Winter morn:
still waters reflect each twig
of bare trees.

rain tree canopy
contains city’s secrets
‘til the leaf drop.
Mostly, the dead decay:
they crumble
or rot to goo.
But some trees
turn steely
hard & smooth --
fibers showing like
rigid sinews.
Bare of bark and leaves
and flowers,
but unyielding of
girth and substance.
But even those trees
give way --
perhaps in geologic time
rather than biologic time,
But still the tree will become
someone & something else.