Fitting Words
Saturday, August 07, 2004
 

We Walked On

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we
walked
on,


you
and i, and
zed

and
talked of
why


it
feels
that   way
when
we


get
to where
we want to go.
the trees
are


tall   and
the  wind  is  strong,
so strong so  that  it seems it
could   even    bring    the   trees
down and leave us bare, hidden by
only
the
sky,
with leaves on the wind.


i   wonder
then, will you  uproot too?
only,  unlike a  fallen  tree, up and go
and just walk away? there’s nowhere to go i
cannot  see;   no  where to  hide  i  cannot  be.
but if you leave, all i will have left are your leaves.
a lone                                willow                       will i be
and                                     stay                                 by
the                                     river                                 to
    weep for thee,
                                                                                            a~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~fig
                                                                                         tree.                                               you
                                                                                            march                                 on air
                                                                                      roots                      and
                                                                                    let me be.


          but if we                                 are    both
          like trees,   then                        stay  and  stand 
          here with  me  and the             earth and  air  we will
         bind  while  we  bask in            the sun  and  shade the
         ground.  we  will  stand            united, a  pair  of trees
           standing  together                  against  the  breeze
          and  the  rain                          cannot  bring
          the                                          two 
        of                                             us
        to                                             the
        ground beneath our wild and windswept canopies.



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