“Cedar Tree”
It’s a clean cut piece of paper
From a memory book of scrap
That is lifted by the wind
Until it settles on my lap.
And soon a pencil shall expire
And with it, all the memories
Which slept beneath my brain
But they need not be retained.
For the gnarly tree of Cedar
And its bark all drenched in sap
Will protect me as I nap.
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the meter, rhyme scheme & cadence seem similar to ‘dangling conversation’ – intentional or coincidental?
completely intentional. looks like i’ve been caught… just don’t tell paul or art.