Baltimore Old Tree LimbsA Poem by ROXANE DORSEY
Tree limbs peered out the side window on the second floor.
So many noses wants to know, "How'd it get there?" Coming from a second floor of an abandoned row house window. Looks dilapidated. The dropping from a bird contained a seed of a weed Landed in that house's empty space. How could this be? No one breathed life into that house I must say. Nature naturally did its thing I'm asking even though I know. How could this be, a tree lasting without soil, growing within the walls of emptiness? Families came and gone. Even they left behind a song, something of treasure. Part of each soul soul partly parted ways with that house a tree now calls home. Stuck with time, the limbs can glide with stride because it's out and about that house. But I must tell you weeds thrive in heat, can last on concrete. And will kill a flower's groove so let that tree be. The city will bulldoze a row of houses in the next phase of revitalizing old Baltimore.
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1 Review Added on November 13, 2017 Last Updated on November 13, 2017 Tags: #Baltimorerowhouse, #cityhomes AuthorROXANE DORSEYbaltimore, MDAboutlove poetry since it has been embedded in my mind deeply way back when I was 4 years old. A very good reader in pre-school. Nursery rhymes tuned me in even deeper. more..Writing
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