Talk with trees
You won’t find the poet
at the desk;
it’s out of office time.
On vacation, sabbatical,
gardening leave,
AWOL.
Out of the cubicle of mind;
in, instead, in long walks,
lie-ins, in time with trees.
I asked today if one
could carry me.
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