Graffitied beech

This entry is part 88 of 91 in the series Toward Noon: 3verses

The beech tree has seven eyes
where limbs used to be,
each of them gazing upward.

Down below, the scars
of old, knife-cut graffiti:
Smoke Up. Fly High. Manson Lives.

A warbler in the crown
of a neighboring oak,
its shadow crossing my face.

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