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187

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