Sunday, June 17, 2012


The leaves rustle
with each breath of wind,
making their entangled limbs
moan and groan
each soft leaf rubbing
the tough hide of the other tree,
searching out the crevices
for the most tender spaces
tree trunks rubbed
and being rubbed,
moaning, groaning
as the limbs shift,
hopelessly looped
one limb inseparable
from another
so neither knows
whose limb belongs to whom,
or even caring
learning to lean against each other
suffering the same aching together
each easing the other’s pain
through long years of intimacy,
casting off their cloaks
in season,
but never each other.

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