new boughs began blossoming

you who expected
to be proved right all along,
tell us how you knew.

morning one

greening elms rise up.
i sprint across their shadows,
stepping on their necks.

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you loved sycamores,
i can see that, and water
slipping under earth.

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softly, walk forward
finding pearls in the gruff grass,
every ball a gift.

with my father, time
rolls backward along the green.
we name every tree.

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i will never tire
of ducks flying in at dusk
splashing, wagging, still.

they sleep ’til dawn while
lakes heave up tow-ropes of cloud,
lashing down the sky.