Monday

Outrageous in its extremism

This one no license granted

By some authority

By some wilderness code

No, not this one

Grew to be a rescuer

Now in need of rescuing

Yet none mouth to ask

Nor hearers to listen

No door to open

Or hands to receive

Disappearing as a giant

In an ancient forest

In plain sight

Lifeless, anyway

Struck by lightning

Too many times

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