From my writing class:The old man and the tree

             Branches

                                                                            All tangled in different

                                                                Directions; like morning bed head after

                                                     The Bright lights, radiation the men in wearing white

            Your eyes sparkle and begin reflecting images of hope from a once young

               Man- the wrinkles indicating the years like rings on a red wood tree one marking each

                                                                   Year of its life

                                                              Its fall now and the leaves-

                                               Have begun to dissipate from the once

                           Sturdy branches that held everything together- for a moment

                    The chemo destroys the gray hairs that once defined you as wise, mature

        Skin has begun to  feel  rustic like the bark covered in sap surrounding and defending

                                                                   Chains  around

                   The  tree  base

                   And around you

                   Needles poked

                   And prodded in