old alder
composed of hundreds skies
its body
soul dwells in deep deep dark earth
they communicate
through fingers and breath
even get married
making foresttime commitment
last night its pervasive lamentation
stirred the forest
back cracked, golden leaves scattered
martyred
chirping was muzzled
at dawn i sat under its widow and cried
our folly
fraidoon warasta
november 2020
limburg
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