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Tidal Bee Apple Tree

Updated on November 11, 2010

Tidal Bee Apple Tree


You said if I wasn't rust I was some other impairing agent.

You said my gift was my impatience

And it was all downhill from there.


I said I didn't care

And I retreated back to nature

To the trees and to my creator

Like I wanted to be the last Cheyenne standing,

That deer behind the brush.


You said if I wasn't rust I was some other impairing agent.


But if you were the iron to my oxidation,

Why do you laugh while I piece together my buckskin dress?

If I am the rust and you are the iron then

Why do you smile and dance

While I piece together my buckskin dress?


I said I didn't care.

I retreated back to nature,

To the trees, to my creator.

Like I wanted to be the last Cheyenne standing,

That deer behind the brush.



[ Audio/song version of this poem is available at: http://www.myspace.com/jeannepoisson  or

http://www.boostindependentmusic.com/artist/JeannePoisson


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