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Thursday, September 27, 2012

Trees...you are me...

Trees

                             you are me

and I am you

in so many

senses of the words

that I forget

sometimes

that I am not

like you

bound to a

single spot

resigned

to your entrapment

nor are you

like me

able to flee

from danger

the sound of saws

or of tiny jaws

consuming you

slowly

or toppling you


                        





where we are

most alike

is in our words

stating simply

that blood

sap sunlight

rain

it's all the same

that without them

we die

we cease to blush

as the light

turns from us

we shed

leaves

and bad choices

then wait

till we are

green again

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