Gnarly tree Thursday

O Gnarly tree
O Gnarly tree
I feel just like
You look to me.

You flinch beside one
Straight and true
I wonder what hap-
pened to you.

The same amount
of soil and sun
Why are you the
Unlucky one?

O Gnarly tree
O Gnarly tree
It all seems so
unfair to me.

Will poetry month ever end?
How much of this stuff can you stand?

In spite of the absurd poesy, it's been a good Thursday.
Besides all the comment traffic, the cello project marches on.
Whilst waiting for my coffee, I met up with Seattle's preeminent and most dearly beloved cellist.
I've got contact info and will be sending the cello duet score asap.

For some reason, the toy train whistle and right hand only strings project is producing stuff that actually resembles music of some sort or other.