behind the brush we could not have seen one
another then was only sky
we had to leave wondering
among other things where
birds came from where birds go to
camouflaged by our leaving
thoughts we saw only ourselves
alone envying stones we were saddened
by logs as arms cradled down
back until our branches touched
by chance there was never chance
we are trees we have always been together
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