if you were a tree, you’d be hornbeam
smooth, sculpted splendor
hard to bring down, heart filled with fire
essence of insight, alternate growth
black cherry, that’s him
seed dropped into a new fallow field
changing with age, fruit bittersweet
standing forthright, a simple straight line
if he were a tree, he’d be hemlock
soft hearted, kindling a perpetual flame
new growth from fallings, vulnerable strength
splendid, unchanging no matter the season
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