How Trees Travel
By Robert S. King

old trees guard the road
waiting for feathers
waiting for songs to fill them
so that travellers
are not alone in their own music

it is a truth of trees:
the bigger they are
the closer they have grown to one another
along this road their long travelled root
a great finger pointing the way
for their children the birds
who are now bright leaves
chattering south
who have left
the hollow trunks to fall

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