bare and bare skinned
like last winter
and like last winter
my throat hurts,
the lump feels stuck
see the sycamores
with arms and limbs
you touched them in wonder
ancient bones or dinosaurs
wise and simple
you felt the smooth bark
exposed to the world
and all it’s weather
it struck you with awe
are we like that
strong and planted
with skin shown
ready for the seasons
to dress us and strip us
and soak us to the bone
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