Entry 40: The Dancing Cypress

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She sprouted from the rock centuries ago

Enduring earthquakes, fires and

Man’s greed for extravagant abodes

 

She stands alone

Her branches curve in a dancer’s pose,

her leaves angled with flares flamenco

 

There is more to her;

Nourishment and strength levitate

Through thread-like roots

 

Patient

Persistent

Piercing unyielding rock

 

Adapting

Pivoting

Forgoing expectations of her ultimate

Destination

 

She is and has been

Magnificent in each

Moment of her career

 

Generations of artists, I imagine,

Painted with a fan brush to mimic her

Stylized fashion

 

But today, she is held by

Cables and

Trademarks

 

Shackled to her partner

In this sole profitable pose

How will she continue her dance, tethered?

 

How will she continue to stretch towards the sky,

Encapsulated in a

Logo

 

Will this lone dancing cypress

Only break free

When death do they part?  

 

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The Lone Cypress, California, 2018

Entry 32: Tree

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She dances solo

On a patch of grass

Across from the prison wall

 

Birch white, with swirls of gray

Like a couture gown on a Paris runway

She wears no leaves of jewelry

 

Waves her curvaceous branches

Her trunk stretches

Towards the sun

 

She is aglow from within

My throat aches to

Not have the skill

 

To expose her visual beauty

My words are corny

Analogies juvenile

 

I envy the painter

Who shapes and shades

Shadows and highlights

 

All I have are saturated words

Inadequate for

Her Majesty, and I

I am unworthy