News of sick relatives, sick parents, sick young children of good friends, leads to thoughts of illnesses that befall us, and of the falls we are apt to take ourselves. When something falls at a distance, as a tree in the woods, its falling makes me wonder about my being there to hear the sound. Read my poem Tree for an idea of how these thoughts play out.

About Devon Marsh

I've been a Navy pilot, a teacher, and a senior vice president in a major national bank. Check out my poetry, short stories, and essays at https://devonmarsh.wordpress.com/
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