For Emir

I have to write three poems a week for a sustainable business class. I will post them for general amusement and to make Emir feel good about himself. Maybe he'll drop back to Earth. This week all three had to start with the same line. They're teeming with subtleties.

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Standing beneath the apple trees
Looking high above
Are they too high to see my point of view
As they soar over me like a dove?

When did we stop sharing each others pain?
Sitting in your office, by walls you are encased
At what point did time spent idle
Become such a waste?

Oh Redwood tree
Your roots go so deep
Let me fiend my history
And the wisdom I shall keep.

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Standing beneath the apple trees
I watch them come together
Each it’s own, yet part of a whole
Much like birds of feather

I focus in on one
In and out it weaves
It looks not for the light but to be part of the like
I’m counting all the leaves

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Standing beneath the apple trees
In the cool, cool night
My values slip away
Lost to some worthless plight

Is this how life should be?
Buried under paper, staring at a screen?
Gold mines and bottom lines
Is this all my life shall mean?

Laying on my deathbed
No one comes to stay
That jaguar sure does me good
On my last walk to the gateway