An Arboreal Digression

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Bronze

I watch a tree fall, leaves of bronze, scattering like pages.

I stand and watch them touch, each to each, ringing like weathered bells.

Through ages gone and yet to come, the sound warps and weaves before my eyes.

Through one, to the next, then the next, then the first again, then the next.

Each leaf a heartbeat, forged and sculpted, each heartbeat gone and yet to come.

 

I watch a tree fall, a forest rise, and sing beneath the chimes.

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