prisoner of hope

this is the time when

the trees show us their

skeletons, as if to say

here we are,

 

and here you are

too, naked and

nursing your

new wounds;

 

the view from

deep inside, the

wet veins and

cool canopies

 

where the ache

subsides for a time,

and you breathe in

the green memories.

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