Red Trees
Projection of thoughts;
time slips by underfoot
like time-lapse photography terrain.
The sun implodes,
a clear illumination in its place,
replacing secret shadows -
but some shadows still exist.
We will walk to the green banks;
White isosceles triangle angles
soaring up from transparent blue water;
motionless, a line of red trees,
all the same, and different,
in a row that moves through forever.
We will rest under the red tress,
and with clear eyes follow their line.
We will drink pure water,
and new fermentations -
Designer food.
We will toss dreams in the air;
like spores they will float
to future points along the river,
then circle around
and return as breezes at our backs
rustling the red leaves.
About the Creator
Michael Ugulini
Michael Ugulini is a writer specializing in short and feature-length business articles. He ghostwrites a daily U.S. stock newsletter. He also writes poetry. His interests include economics, literature, music, piano study & baseball.
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