The limp leaves that begin
to curl before drying
on the limb and letting go,
the bark that fissures and cracks,
peeling back from the trunk,
the sap that seeps and runs
to cover a wound or release
disease, the canopy that sags
in drought or after a heavy spring
storm — in this world every growing
thing mourns, and when we weep,
we never weep alone.
—C.L. Fisher, February 2021
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