20 short lines for a distant friend

The cranes have gone
and most of the geese
and all but the topmost
golden aspen leaves.

Aspen grow fast and
thick as blades of grass
in the sun-fed clearings
where pines don’t last.

Aspen grow fast but
most of them topple
(for this they’re called
popples?) when their

feet are wet in the
clay-loam soil. Aspen
all in a row turning
all the same day

if they’re linked
beneath the surface
by unseen connections
like you, poet, and I.

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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