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elder
if this tree was a poem
it would be a loose
rambling
scrawl
wizened trunks
branches pitted with scars
leaves abandoned
without qualm
more will grow
a robin
more familiar with the tree
than me
shuttles
back and forth
between leafy twigs
parallel stems
warps of a loom