one of my first poems.
A Shady Wonder
By Seth Lesondak
Its bark is rough like fresh dried brick,
carrying the natural,
beautiful ruggedness of a nature trail.
It is a giant octopus,
tentacles swaying,
squirting green leafy ink.
It is a miner, tunneling underground
where I cannot see.
Does it serve me a purpose?
What can I say?
I sit in its shade.
Seth Lesondak