Less Fear
By Stephen Mead

Broader, the shoulders,
Wider, the stride &
Certainty all within:
The strength of an oak,
Its softest leaves

"Respect roots," they say,
no longer breathing wary
of chain-saws, the fangs
of experience.

Whether out of context
Or come by 2nd hand,
A car wreck on the interstate,
Another will changes lanes
To measure touch beyond

Move, it is moving,
Clean of smoke &
Now a gold birch,
Its hearts as pears
To give, to embrace.

Just do not take without
First asking.


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