Long Lives
by Carol Hamilton

I hear no complaints
from my falling-apart tree
yet I creak and groan indoors
out of the wind
and huge chunks of gray bark
do not drop in here
nor fingerling twigs flap about
on oversized arms
All the elm's good limbs
have cracked and fallen
encased in ice
or were dashed down
by wind gusts
The giant outside still
breaks into leafy song
come spring
and then I rest
in a blessing of summer shade

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