Poem on an Incident

                                                    just a young tree
                                              living happily in the world
                                          in its few years budding, blooming
                                           turning red in the fall and going
                                            on its path of simple, simple life
                                                one day a stranger came
                                                walking down the street
                                                        he smiled
                                                                       and yanked on me
                                                           just a
                                                        poor tree
                                                       strong, now
                                                           with a
                                                           broken
                                                           branch
                                                         a broken
                                                         limb, the
                                                        pain of one
                                                      person's pull