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Cottonwood

By John I. Blair

One side scarred from storms,
It still stands tall, strong,
Striving toward the day.

Thousands of shining deltoid leaves
Twirling loose on long stems
Fill the air with rustling sound.

Half-turned, ready
To step into my car,
I stop, feeling something

Something about the tree,
A sense of semi-sentience,
A notion that it knows Im here.

Theres no communication,
No speech, no gestures;
Just a presence, purposeful

If purpose can be measured
Over years, decades,
Centuries.

Unique in place, in past,
This cottonwood has spirit, pride;
Its there in more than mere location.

If Id learned the language
And could form the words that slowly,
Id say hello.

2010 John I. Blair


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