In early morning light
a pair of galahs cling to the side of
Eucalyptus camaldulensis
spreading wings, beaks turned sideways
rasping along exposed cambium
exposed wood, an open wound
tender wood, crying after rain
the sweet sugars disrupted
on their path from roots to leaves
Grass heads are waist high after rains
roots drinking in unseen work
Cicada calls creating white noise
resilient trees, resisting ring barking
mother nature is terrific
(in the old sense of the word)
terrifying and awe-inspiring
this beautiful scene is killing the tree
Have you ever had a wound that would not heal
each new life event, made it open wider
blood escaping broken scabs
Have your ever had someone
rasping at your convictions
no forgiveness, no letting go, no freedom
Have you ever held a portrait
faded to silence, through damage of daylight
face shapes are an imagined outline
Have you ever wanted, ached for clarity
but the image is nibbled away at the edges
until you can't feel the timbre of their voice
or detect the rhythm of their step
Just raw wood, baked by the sun
soon it will turn black and heal the edges
if the tree
is to survive.
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