{"id":93186,"date":"2021-06-26T15:39:29","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T19:39:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=93186"},"modified":"2021-06-26T15:39:48","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T19:39:48","slug":"hour-seven-deep-trees","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/hour-seven-deep-trees\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour Seven: Deep Trees"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">When I was in middle school<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Sitting in the back of the math class<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">On account of alphabetical order<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">(by last name)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I never knew that everyone else\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">could see the equations<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">In dark green dry erase marker<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">at the front of the room clearly<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Coming home from the optometrist<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I stared out through the back seat window<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Of the family car<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">in wonder<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Now able to see\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">the little leaves<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">On the tall trees<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">through glasses<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">For the first time<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">That little version of me<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Was quietly beginning to understand<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">That I was different<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And my nuances were obscured\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">beneath the broad strokes<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">My errant rivulets diverted\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Back into the mainstream<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Do not draw me<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">In your image\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Do not make me<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">with a child\u2019s unsteady hand<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">In an attempt to make\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">A green triangle into a tree<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">always missing the details<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">See my deep roots<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">the wild, thorny vines<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Acknowledge the whorls and spots<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I have lost limbs<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Severed by rough, uncaring hands<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I have withstood forest fire<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And days of cooling rain<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I will continue throwing off my leaves\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">when it is time for me to transform again<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And, Yet, here I stand<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Swaying gently in the breeze<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And beneath me,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">you sit<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">taking full advantage<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">of my 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