This poem, by Bob Spencer, a local poet and farmer, was selected for our Folio #73 in 2019.
The Sacred Tree Says You Are Now A Bird That Doesn't Hate Blue You never seemed to know where you were from. Onetime, I thought goose green where the swings were. Perhaps the cemetery hill where we laughed ten times each week. Now and then where you are now speaks to me. It says you won't be anywhere because anywhere is always blue. You hated blue. I walked into this innocent field for an opinion. It also said that you're not anywhere, that your kisses have melted away. Chocolate in the sun. Aches in the bath. I wondered if you were in the sacred tree, naked now, shorn of its keys and leaves. Not amongst my brittle bones It barked. She is flown to the sun, the elephants. And others. I looked to the skies, your path to the sun and rejoiced that blue could no longer be a source of your displeasure.