Things That Happened

There is a connection between
the tree and you
between a space of cool air

There is a spark
that short moment that shakes you
because it is too beautiful
and then gone

You have always returned from far places
hoping to see it again

The tree had been tall and proud and someone
that you hate cut it into pieces for firewood

You have seen the smoke from far away
you are mute

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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