Shape of a Tree
A tree stands with a noble blithe beauty
about a block or two beyond my door.
It does both shade a perspective tawdry
and light the heart to what I deep adore.
Wide as two loversí four hand eye embrace,
a rotund trunk rises simple and strong.
But what lays soft aloft its sturdy base
is the where my short life does ever long.
A prim, thick, voluptuous, verdant dome,
with asymmetric geometric curl
hovers miraculous, and there is sown
sightís insight my mindís eye loves to unfurl.
Here then still, lives a friend, who everyday
dually gives me breath and takes it away.