Lombardy Poplar

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Lombardy Poplar


In a light breeze, the ease
with which branchings and leaves
of a single Lombardy poplar move,
each in a different direction
and way, and how the tree becomes
an infinitely syncopated whole that
later and clumsily we'll call tremble,

naturally defy math and digital
imitation because they won't hold still
for a binary moment or repeat itself,

so poplar fascinates beyond words but also
coaxes words, and there it is, the poplar,
the one poplar, the one, and there it goes,
and now a crow caws. Twice.


Copyright 2010 Hans Ostrom