The Arbor Clock
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1 min readApr 17, 2020
Tick
Tock
Clicks the arbor
clock
The clock strikes
One
The seed has sprout
Post-fire, post-drought
The hand passes
Two
The arbor clock grew
and danced about
its roots ran across the plane
in search of soil and rain
Five
and
Six
the arbor clock ticks
At peak physique
The clock sheds its baby sticks
Seven,
Eight
One
by
One
trees of yesterday dehydrate
Withered and timbered
Nine,
Ten
Clicks the arbor clock of men
Counting the dwindling number of their days
Eleven,
Twelve
With a snap and crash,
The bells have tolled.
Leaving in its wake
A field of fallen trees,
The arbor clock
Continues to
Tick
and
Tock