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Jonathan Memmert

Forest tree falls

(after Gary Snyder poem “Pine tree tops,” from his 1975 poetry book Turtle Island)  

Intermittent rain drops,

random leaves rustle,

turbulent storms seethe,

erosive ground quakes,

century tree uproots,

age rings splinter

crushed into earth,

death holds moments,

decay lingers on,

decay returns primal

bark leaves mulch,

no sound made

in the forest,

time’s grip slips,

fails us all.

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Jonathan Memmert is a poet, writer, and reader who doesn’t think life makes a lot of sense at times and is continually fascinated by how many twists and turns we encounter daily. He lives in Manhattan and is an MFA candidate at The City College of New York in Harlem. His poetry has been published in 433, Global City Review, and Promethean.