Sometimes I get tired
A little more than usual
And look up at them and
Their sprawling branches
Which are the same ones
My cousin sees in Munich
Or San Diego and Perth
Another place spared from
The equatorial rudeness
And wonder if they are really
Enjoying themselves
As we would like them to believe
Sheltering and shielding
In the most lilting of gaits
And the tenderest of gazes
Making it near impossible
For any travelling partner
To take it out on a bark
And still improvising rumbas
As the middle-aged dash
And rail against the wetness
Has there been any cause
To verifiably conjecture so
Or are they just rushing to
Get it over with and scramble to
The Next Life the Other World
As we seemingly all are
On a day to day basis
Cramming themselves into
The Glucose Subway and
Fighting trunk and twig for their
Water Paycheck?
It’s a tough world down there
Isn’t it?
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