I wish

I wish I could see,
A poem as beautiful as a tree.
As naked. As thorny.
As fruity, sappy, corny.

I wish I could be,
A poet as busy as a bee.
Wanking off flowers
in my working hours
only returning
to sleep in my tree.

I wish I could find
my peace of mind
written out in legalese
notarized and signed
by whoever it needs to be.

I wish I could see
A poem as beautiful as a tree.

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