Poetrees

Gathering tree

Pride of place,
where people gather,
a tree that shares,
in many moments.

How many years,
how many people,
have lounged about,
your embedded roots.

Today –
a photo shoot, a yoga class,
a quiet drink between friends.

Tomorrow? What?
A lunchtime nap? An evening happy hour?
A few quiet, despairing tears?

How many moments,
have you shared?
Time goes by,
at the gathering tree.

18/02/2016

William Street West Melbourne

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