raindrop eyes or smooth gray pebbles [?] (poemoff 2)
if a tree falls in the woods
will I be there to
hear it? light filters
slowly through sunsoaked pines
branches reaching
for lost memories.
they slip through
needles spread out--reaching
for something better--
a bigger forest.
Once again, my apologies to Mr. Zack. I have too much going on. Stupid Christmas season.
The title of this poem comes from "THEY CAN MISS" by Zack.
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