string eleven (solitude)

the trees

destroyed
in winter

*

every tree
is a writer

don’t flatter yourself

*

the neighborhood trees
stand together
and apart

*

the trees:
a writing community
strife       wind

*

sometimes branches grow
to touch          please
don’t strangle me

*

more often, though,
it’s good ole surreptitious
root love

 

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