Olive Tree

I want to be
like the olive tree
that grows on the mountainside
wild and free
and when the tourists come,
trampling on my roots,
how such a tree
can cling to the earth
with such tenacity,
I shall simply ruffle my leaves
but deep down in the dirt
beyond the rocks and scraggly grass
water flows,
the elixir of life
eons beyond the reach
of seedlings.


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