an aged live oak decrepit crumblingdecaying  alone in a vast brown turned field stickled with weeds

in its day it had probably stood better than ten metres tall

though unrestrainedabiding winds had sweptback pulled its limbs south

its long scattered ruins like a trail impressed him he imaginedhe couldnt help himself  under the cover of night it crawled incrementally 

its stark sunbleached trunkone remaining branchits bow  its end shattered  lead north  was breathtaking   marvelous 

              they abided

                                                                 

after he passed he admired them in his side mirrorhis rearview mirror until they disappeared behind a hill as the road curved east 

             he smiled   until they submitted  fell   were scavenged by earthbugs birds preying on them

until they disintegrated

                         they were reminders stark memory of what they witnessed 

                                                                                     before the winding roadthe fencesthe almondsthe grapevines

                       before the insults

1212,  Twosday,  5  4. 22

1002,  Saturday,  27  8. 22

Burial  The Shell of Light  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j-JyMK5sg40