Harpsichord?

Some new shots up at Flickr...if only I knew how to use this camera better.

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What if the sky wasn't blue? Maybe it's yellow and we just named things all wrong.

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Soldier Trees

1.

In dreams of recent sleeping
cityscapes with curbs.
And crumpled across these
curbs lay paper soldiers.
Each soldier, helmet lay tilted
to the asphalt and chest
burst outward like flames
protruding from them
are trees that bear
the sweetest apples
any man has bitten.

2.

Why must trees, all, stand
as tall as, as straight
as soldiers?
Is it their height?
Maybe strength?
Is it their rootedness,
unmovable characteristics
like a guard at
Buckingham?

Why can’t trees stand
like men? Men
with a slight hunch?
Or slightly leaning forward?
With far too many arms
that bear too many hands,
each sprouting an
absurd amount of fingers?
All up, all raised, tingling,
magnetically drawn,
all reaching for what
is right there in the sky.