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Echo Discusses Desire with the Trees
Surely you covet
things beyond your reach. I see
how you pivot toward the sun’s
blithe face, compete like schoolgirls
for its gaze.
Even your roots, insatiable.
Your foundation: a snarl
of pushy tongues.
But you stand around like gossips and view me
hostile. You shiver
as I pass, refuse me refuge.
Of course I wanted
what was denied to me, of course
I withered from its lack—
My need offends you
in its clarity. Even now, you yearn for any
wink of sun through the haze—
and the clouds themselves,
swollen with rain.
The Blood
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Echo Discusses Desire with the Trees
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