By Dee H

I named the tall tree Lucy
Had no idea if it was a she
It’s beyond gender you see
My love for this simple tree

Its poison ivy skirt reminded me 
Of a woman I could not help 
She relapsed in a drunken spree 
I had no notion of its scope 

That I would much later see 
Myself in that moldy old tree
I would not accept hope 
Nor love from humanity 

Sober now for some time 
I sit in the hot tub and joke 
Beneath that beautiful tree
Lucy is a towering natural 
Her forest is my cathedral 

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