At times a tree in a city is
a tall and lonely sentinel, a natural clock
tower where all the hours untie
their shoelaces, open the trunk
call in search of that rare loot
a moment of silence, for those
who are already engorged and floating
face down in the kerosene
like driftwood, a tree in the city is
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