Stumped
written by: Quenntis Ashby
@Quenntis
The Yes of a tree
Cut down to a crying eye
Mesmerizes me.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
All the wild trees that line the road I run on were trimmed on Saturday morning. As I ran circles around the branches, flowers, and leaves, a haiku fell into my head.
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