On Receiving Bad News

by Annette Snyckers

Yesterday I saw the trees in conference
deliberating among themselves.
They stood tall,
waved their limbs as if,
with a rattle of Eucalyptus leaves,
they were discussing a serious issue.

Later came consensus, resignation —
they swayed in unison
and droned on in the keening wind.
There was a sighing
as the fluttering flicker of their foliage
caught the afternoon sun.

They stood their ground,
did what trees so often do:
They stood in for how I felt.


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