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© 2002 T.E. Ballard. All rights reserved.
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Letter in Green
Darling, here are two trees
whole, separate.
This is how we fall my love,
without sound or breath,
the two of us, a forest floor.
Our lives are white meat
between branch and bark.
Stripped, carved, collected,
we are boat, house, beam,
firewood of one red spark.
Wood beetle lives only to devour,
tiny legs wrapped in green.
The hard yellow back of an insect
who eats only what she sees.
I am center of a Banyan tree,
cold heart of a thousand seeds.
You my love, are earth
and the beast who stands between,
one we do not name, she is need.
© 2002 T.E. Ballard. All
rights reserved.
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