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Today’s Short #Poem 347

There is a tree in front of me
on the lake edge that looks
like a twisted weeping willow.

When I’m dead
instead of a memorial bench
I’d like to be slotted
upright
within its hollowed-out trunk.

Maggots and bugs
could eat me
and deposit their excrement –
this would then feed the tree.
Pretty neat.

Ashley Bovan

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