The Canon of Trees (day eleven)

One summer during college I worked in a mill that made lumber for roof trusses. I remember how much life there seemed to be in each piece of lumber fresh from the forest, even after we were done with it. 

Here is a poem for day eleven of national poetry month in the USA.

The Canon of Trees

In the mill by the roadhouse
each day the canon of trees

is cut down into shorter
and shorter stories.

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