A Last Look

by W.S. Merwin

Even the words are going somewhere urban
where they hope to find friends
waiting for them

some of the friends will think of trees as pleasant in a minor
     way
much alike after all
to us

some of the friends will never be aware of a single tree
they will live in a world without a leaf
where the rain is misfortune

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So bright

Like jewels

Glistening

What I cannot capture

I took it out

Sorry, emerald green

- yiren