In the Details: Not Tree

Not Tree

We're fooled.
The vine too.
By the nature of
This rusted
Arm slanting up
Through
Sunlight.

Not tree--
Old
Telephone
Infrastructure
Wrapped.
Forgotten.
Going native.

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This post is part of a the poetry series, "" -- daily poetry and photos, inspired by where we live. 

The posts for January are part of an international small stone writing project "The River of Stones."

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