Weed

 
The trees loom everywhere,
amazing in the air
like old cathedrals or
row after towering row
of waves so tall they show
the ocean floor.
 
Up through the beech and oak
a streak of sweetened smoke
goes wavering, wondering why,
and in this August scene
there’s commerce done between
the earth and sky.
 

from Waves and Trees (Gallery, 2006), ? Justin Quinn 2006, used by permission of the author and the publisher.

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