me n’ my shadow
Like stiff arms wanting
Rough bark pulls at my coat
It pulls at my leather boots
it pulls at my heavy silk dress
lacing the weave of roots around
my thin legs.
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It pulls in a hungry way
Like me being soft food
melting into the roughness
Silencing the scream that
leafs into my mouth
full of green and twig
The choke of it fills me with new life,
in the absorb of ancient familiar
There is no fight. No flight
turning to wood, to root, to bark
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In the distant call of a name
I know to be a dozen lifetimes ago
Eyes blurring in a cave of
squirrel and nuts
And in the scent of forest wood,
laid to mossy green on the spike
carpet of rusty needles
Pine to Earth meets to the surrender
all that was once of me.
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Jeanne Adwani ~ geezer girl 