Poet's Korner

I never thought to
cut a tree until
we invented
the saw.
But now I'm up to
my earlobes in
sticks, twigs
and logs.
I can't move in any
meaningful way
and eating is
a challenge.
I've tried sucking
sustenance
from the
fibrous
pillow smothering
me of late but
sap doesn't
hit the
spot.
by
Ch
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