Arthritic Tree
by Karen O’Leary

You and I have
weathered many
storms. I pat
the gnarled trunk.
Your limbs have
been a refuge
since Jerry died
two years ago,
shortly after you
lost your mate
in a hurricane.
Our leaves drooped
for a while. Leaves
swirled in the wind.
Now, I dance as you
in the music.
Your branches hold
chirping birds as I
make new friends.
Yet, I still need
you, my friend,
as you understand
my pain.


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