The hickory will drop its seed astray,
the overstatement of its need to splay.
A nut will fall and ricochet,
and make a mess of my deck today.
A while ago I would have chopped the tree,
It would have been a fait accompli,
but form and meter always disagree,
and thus the tree is not an amputee.
And up above the mess it made,
the birds and squirrels carry on their trade.
And we love its lovely shade, so let
the tree trash our promenade!
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Other protests against form and meter are included in: "We have a Write to Escape" !
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The poetry philosophy I espouse is located at: "Multivalence" !
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