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The Riven Tree
There's a structure in Seville
Called the riven tree
That's not really its name
But it pleases me
It's got roots like the mountains
The trunk's split in three
Like three possible paths
Or three choices to be
One the route that was laid out
And some of us took
One the rebel within us
Which jumped off the hook
And one path we'll not know
Because life's full of choices
The riven tree's mouthing
With three silent voices
It's there to be heard
If you just take a look
'Twixt the orange grove vistas
And sly seņoritas
Cat walk fashionistas
Who sneer at my book
As I squint at the trunk
Spread-eagled in the breeze
And consider the myth
Of the riven trees
(original photo NOT by Sab Will for once, unfortunately, but I
did play around with it...)
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