--for Meg
If harsh words are spilled like herbicides
leaves will wither & we will endanger the things we love
become the compost of the uncaring
the tallest trees sway in the gale
you and I can be resolute again
nor as before, but as a treaty of trees
I stand before you as unflinching as the granite hills
innured to the observations of daily losses
in new ways, I am learning to love you
Allow me to befriend even your lesser anxieties
my roots can gnarl like the great Banyan trees
you may marvel at the gracile majestry of each tendril's reach
and I will proferr shelter.
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