brought down from a height,
rent from your sister, your other half
whose trunk is bare where

you once

this day awakens
in golds and greens,
yesterday’s chaos forgotten,

and only your
teeming branches

your long body,
now made into
an offering –

for those who will come anew,
for those who have come before,
and for the shifting tide
that carries us all

out beyond our own making.

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