Talking with Trees


The redemption of a tree! A tree is
without name, a tree is without
any possession whatsoever

but her broad back bent on it
belonged there—

Her sounds
drenched the leaves

the infinite burns

and her hand uncurtaining
in the thick mask of skins

Trunk to trunk—
and the rattling leaves said be with us


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