The Parable of the Sower Two trees with bad roots Planted by Lamont, dead six years now He’d have replaced them had we told him But we watched each stunt in their individual ways waiting for them to figure it out We couldn’t know that they didn’t have means This morning I cut them down 17 years of trying Just a quick crescendo of throttle And they fell to bounce softly on their boughs the way that evergreens do, pine...
