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tree meditations and others 235
How strong the young tree is, and heavy
for standing so easily, and
so readily shaking and bending
in the light air
The small limb I saw at, drops and swings
behind me unexpectedly and claws
a rip in my shirt in passing ponderous and
quick as a bear
September night,
a long time over
notes on a hummingbird
that fed at the fl owering
bush by the window --
thought unexpectedly
of some trees in winter
on a hill behind a bare fi eld,
black limbs stiffl
forking in among
themselves, stern scene
under a colorless sky
of some fi fteen years ago
-- some forgotten old aff ection,
not modifi ed, where now hummingbird
wheels again aglare....