the barren tree
a man
without honor
is like a tree
without roots
no longer anchored
to the earth
oblivious
to primordial sustenance
though outwardly in bloom
his heart is dry
and withered
through force of will
alone
he maintains his station
but the storms
he can weather
are numbered
until
unmoored from his foundation
he is cast adrift
into an abyss
of his own creation
©2009 Phil Cohen