Arboretum

 Arboretum George-Login

I sit atop vibratious feet.

The book I read was once a piece.

Wet ink that splotches ‘cross my page,

Stain its sheet with marks of rage.

It bears the fruit of power once stole.

That mighty plant thick brush so tall.

Yet shys from kin in neighbors view.

Blink just once it changes hue.

Shed your thought with fervent grace,

Become a new one in your place.

The bark is bitten and hurts to touch.

But only if you peel too much.

So scan the hand in glamored pain,

If it’s so that it should rain,

Come beneath the canopy

And read a page, a piece of me.