In Harvard Forest, trees
eye each passerby
in silent scholastic gloom—
such focus could petrify
the strongest folk that walk
this earth—and when they talk
they sway the continents
in every branch of life.
They carve initials on
our breath with just the knife
of photosynthetic science.
Their roots in self-reliance
turn worlds green with envy,
driving arms to the axe
—there’s nothing left to do
but raise the property tax
on every acre of wood.
There goes the neighborhood.
~Gregory Perry 2004
RUST AND RAIN AND TIME
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One has to carefully pick and choose among the verses of Issa to find the
good ones. Even then, one often has the feeling that the good ones were
accidents...
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