That Kilmer Thing
When I think of a poem, "as lovely as a tree,"
I ponder what sacrifice was made for me.
More than lovely smooth white paper
on which to write poetry.
The bite to its bark must have caused pain,
slicing through wood-skin turned
so thin that I could write on it and be real.
And all I can do is apply some ink
to help it heal.
Copyright © Scott Campbell | Year Posted 2022
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