“For Us, The Trees” by Angie Vorhies
For Us, The Trees
if you seize the trees
that grow the children that climb
the trees of mourning
trees that dove their tales
to grim and frail of trees
that cleave us into riftwood
ring and bark like trees
full of cats that firemen must axe
and burn to become books
that wax in our memory
if you leave us cede us
nursery of Christmas
clones treed by doubt beetles
changing climate into treehow
if, if, ips confusus
house of now slash reigns
when the forest is clear
over there will you pine
for trees you cannot see
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