Two stories high, on a pale green branch,
where only the wail of the buzz-saw and
the silence of the limb prevails, a tree-service
man executes a perfect warrior pose: his
back he aligns against the trunk,
his straight left leg and right bent knee–
a triangle in prose!
His arm he extends out toward the edge
of the pale limb’s foothold.
margaretmaryjoyce 
Hi Margaret – thanks so much for this poem. I must engage such a man to prune my enormous Maple.
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Thank you, Marilyn!! I saw this guy way up in a tree yesterday, and was struck by the image. His van said “West Island Tree Services”. (Just saying..)
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