to your welcoming embrace
of outstretched branches
you and I, my friend have grown
gnarled by passing winters
twisted with the onslaught
of savage gales,
lined with the weariness of years
You, who have borne
green leaves of many summers,
standing firm before I came to be,
will stand in centuries
beyond my passing
and I wait in the coolness
of your branches
scribbling words
to seal us both together
for this moment
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| Bunya Mountains May 2015 |
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