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the tree goes up
nor arrow straight
neither quite tuneful
sun shook
soaked with sky
the tree goes up
is leaf by leaf
building
delves down too
is every direction
imperial scavenger
ekes what it can
have you seen stars
come to touch?
time is alight in it
no clock tells
homes of the meek
and those flown by
the climber and
miners
and clowns of the
wood
the tree goes round
and all the world
with it
stands stretching
we all watch to copy
the tree is a taker
of turns
runs a ring around
itself
so we will name the
years
each for a difference
the tree goes under
lovers’ lilt
it guards the homes
of many
when the bough breaks
the tree catches
cloud
rides breeze
the dream in it
all eyes
it’s while we were
sleeping
the tree stood
told the months we
were away
a moon has shone its seasons
even in death well
crewed
much travelled
and never a thought
for the forest
we are and were, will
be
in all the wild of it
no word
but I am here to sing
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