We Like TreesA Poem by Robert RonnowWe like trees. Rocks. Crows. Trees are good. Shade. Food. Wood. If they leave, we'll leave, too. Snow. How come some there, none here. Sun can kill or be fun. God can't care about you, one. Jacket caught in thought thicket. Barberry, rose thorn in nose. Elect a nobel laureate not a noble idiot. Eat. Eat so much your bones grow. Kinnakinnik. Chinquapin. Almost edible words. Naked buds, bears, understory shrubs.
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