We walk past the fallen log
my favourite of all the nurse logs on the path
big hulk of gnarled bark and moss
it stretches for a hundred feet
like an old warty giant’s leg
it is hard to believe it is dead
patiently harboring young trees
as they clench their roots
tight like talons
around its silent flesh
so they can touch the sky
as this one
once did.
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