As surely as a bud,
given water, will become a flower, the office sycophant, given power,
will become an autocrat.
The Monument
Our elm began to die that spring, slowly.
Wanting stability in threat of change
we ourselves searched all summer
for a superlative glue,
found it in our store of hardest ware,
bought it dearly.
That fall our elm did die, slowly.
But we on variangled ladders
refastened the fallen leaves with
peerlessly permanent glue,
then stood back and looked.
Still it stands:
crisp, dead;
cutting the winter wind.
*******
Alan Harris
All ponderables and poems in these e-mails were authored by Alan Harris. Sharing is fine.
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