two liners

Two liners

He sat on a square stone under an olive tree

contemplating his afterlife.

 

What if he came back as a donkey in Sudan?

Or dromedary in Sahara.

 

He could become a dog like the one at his feet,

The dog looked up, wagged its tail slowly.

 

Pondering this he came to the conclusion

He wanted to be a long-lived olive tree.

 

The olive tree in Portugal, if in Palestine he risked

Being set aflame by settlers

 

 

◄ Flanderd

so many ifs ►

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Tue 10th Mar 2020 22:10

Palestine is not the place to be a tree
the olives bitter, never free.

Ponder long and hard what awaits
when passing through those gates.

A place is reserved for the poetic inclined
So your place Jan, is assuredly assigned.


Thoughtful musings
Po


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