branch

she walks with flower

blossoms in her hair.

 

the wind put them there.

 

she follows a long line of

seeds trying to be trees.

 

she talks to the dogwood

opening its thousand little

 

mouths in front of her

house. she finally under-

 

stands what some one is

 

saying: look at me, talk to me, stop

what you are doing and see me;

 

go out of your way to go out of your

yard; there are more of us out there—

 

diverse kin across africa, iceland,

the rainforest, grand canyon.

 

dive in: nurture us, make room for us,

build your homes around us, and

 

we will do the same for you.

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