The Harbor Pine

The harbor pine
On an island off Grand Marias,
How many years
It has been there
Is anybody’s guess.
In every kind of weather,
With every storm
Doing its best,

Its clinging roots
To wrest
From the rocks
And the crags
That hold it there.
The pine
Is bent and bowed
But it has never let go.

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