

An Old Pecan Tree
An old pecan tree in the back yard
And right corner of the house
A window mirror of pass years
Chatting with the wind
A touch of drafted heat
Over its knees
A crisping solitary shadow
Lethargic and nostalgic
Its bark similar
To a snake’s dry, wrinkled skin
Its remaining branches and leaves
Sadly begging the rain
To restore it
The blustery swift rain
Blows over it
Ignoring it totally
In silence the old pecan tree
Puts down its emptied cup
And fills it with hopes
As we all should do
As we all should do.
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Leonidez Ruiz