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The Gum Tree

It’s flayed trunk
Reminds us
That nature is not always kind
But in time we grow accustomed to our sorrows.

Perhaps it welcomes the chance
To strip off its armour
And stand naked to the sun.

But perhaps it just doesn’t care.
Last year, two lovers wrote their names
In its bark.
By next year they’ll be gone.

Gawaine Powell Davies