The way the tree has opened up its arms
to greet the light, the way the branches move
when breezes pass, the way the leaves make sound
when birds are moving. I can hear the nests
they build in the young evening, I can hear
the frogs that eat the bugs, the little lizards
that crawl above the roots. Now I have seen
the heavens turn, the planets whirl and her
bare breast, her sure white skin and how she uses
her mouth to speak and love. The trees are seeds
and lovers, beings with a heart that know
the calendars of light. I'm seeing her move
her arms, her branches in the morning and
her breath is a breeze that is making sound.
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