a
wal of
1
trees
encas e me,
giant guarding
sentinels—
my
and
my own again,
on
back.
talking i
them,
to
kick a stone into silent green here
I
can act out an
drama
elaborate
or
recite
my
own
twisted
or
perhaps
prose share
a
philosophy that
one
no
understands they do not laugh or
point .
.
.
limbs instead, in
their
brackenous, gentle thunder --they applaud ^cic:l«iiim
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