Contributor: John Ogden

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Trees
So many dead, dull trees
Resist the urge to tie myself
To a tree
Any tree
Better than
No trees.
No
Not better than no trees
Not better anymore
I can walk for ages now
I don't need trees
I need a wind
I need a steady breeze
Constant companion
Through the summer's heat
The winter's chill
I need a wind
A deep rumble
Up from the depths of the Earth
Up beneath the feet
Cradling steps
Guiding me
Carrying me
On, onward
Without end
Without end.


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John Ogden was conceived of a government form and a passing mailbox. He lives somewhere out in the woods of a rural land more akin to the fantasy realms of literature than real life, and his favorite dirt bikes will always be the broken ones.