Sycamore Moss

by James McSparron

I climbed today,

Was all I could do
To reach the highest limb
Where tying a braid of nylon rope
Would save the force of gravity
Upon the bough below.
My final destination
To remove that damned dead limb
A threat to my house of glass
The custodian of a bright red yield!

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