Woundwood

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If I could be anywhere,

I would be up there in your branches,

gently swaying in the arms

of your ancient canopy

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Don’t worry,

I would be as innocuous in my presence

as the tree hopping frog

a tiptoeing lichen, a sleeping moss

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I would hang on your every breath,

exchanging my carbon

for an intimate blowback.

A phytoncide infusion

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There I would translate,

narrate, the biography of your bark

trace rough tales and fables

from our evolutionary arc

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There I’d shed my humanness, in shame.

Let your woundwood soothe our scars,

map the contours of our earthly pain,

under the knowing eyes of dying stars.

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