Last Virgin Pine

Solitary and heavy
under the unseated saddle
of an infinite sky,

Immortality is a ruthless 
harvester of data: an endless 
string of half breaths from the 
last remaining virgin pine. 

Covered in a bright burst of 
December snowfall, the sun
struck diamonds smile back.

George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, Moria Poetry Journal, Chronogram Journal, Ampersand Literary Review, the Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in the USA Today, Wall Street Journal, the Atlantic, the Havana Times, the South China Morning Post, the Buffalo News, and more. 

See all his poems on Tea House here.

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