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The Lonely Redwood

[At this time of year (late July, early August), the redwood tree next door
 is continuously dropping its cones on the ground.]

All day long
The redwood rains.

Its cones, they drop
On concrete,
Wood, and dirt,
On tiled roofs,
On weedy grass.

It is their task …
To reproduce,
To bear much fruit —

But, alas …
They’ll rarely come
To new green shoot.

The lonely redwood
Planted there,
In city, town,
In suburb brown,
Will boast a solitary crown.

No seed will sprout
On concrete, wood,
On tiled roofs,
But maybe dirt,
Or weedy grass.

Then soon is trampled
Underfoot —
No room for more.

The Root of the Problem :)

On Magnolia Street

[In Mountain View, the city has planted
magnolia trees along many streets. This
was written after a morning walk.]

On Magnolia Street in Mountain View
My nose was tickl’d by morning dew.

I kicked the seed pods as I passed,
Though squirrels found them great repast.

The pods had ruin’d my mow’r twice,
Left on the lawn against advice.

So if you walk in Mountain View
Please stop and do pick up a few.

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