Poetry from the porch #2

Kay’s Trees

I
There is no fairness with life and death,
       only its impersonal surges and slumps.
Sometimes, no oftentimes, middle ground swells.
II
The majestic trees know nothing of this. Upwards
     they climb.
They know nothing of justice. They seek this alone -
     to kiss the
clouds.
Written for K.T., a friend; given other circumstances, I like to think that we could have been Dear friends.

Hoeft, B. TreeS. Meares Island, in Clayoquot Sound on Vancouver Island, Personal email, 2019.

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