Graffitied beech

Dave BontaContemplative

The beech tree has seven eyes where limbs used to be, each of them gazing upward.

Down below, the scars of old, knife-cut graffiti: Smoke Up. Fly High. Manson Lives.

A warbler in the crown of a neighboring oak, its shadow crossing my face.

Dave Bonta

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