Wednesday, September 14, 2011


i stared at unabashed lovers on a mid-morning hike.
two different trees forming so natural a connection. 
taking slow dance to a different realm of comprehension;
they count in decades, not in steps.
swirling at each other's branches
leaning in and out
bending by the month.

i wonder if they resonate with this poem by ee cummings.

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