Friends
by Carol Atkins
Trees know just what they are doing.
Trees belong in bunches—
great clumps of living green
bending in sync with one another
and the wind—
describing the rim of the field
the coming together of lift and growing
offering a soft and sturdy cadence
and showing us
how to do it.
volume 12(6)
March 15, 2008
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