Captive tree
With outstretched branches
Desperately Pleading
Pleading
Pleading
To be set free from the manicured park
Back into wild
wild
woods
Far from the curfew gates
And the rows of tidy houses.
But passers by don`t see her gestures
Nor heed the calls of her still quiet voice
Uplifted on the wind.
Her stillness means she is just a thing,
An object to be climbed,
An ornament to be looked at,
Or chisel an obscenity into.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
28th. February - 2nd. March 2023.
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