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back on
track
in after falls
a foot re-friending tree roots
hear the harbour talk
(birds spoke ages past)
gingerly find next tread for a giant
go with a nose of summer just
of day towards the furthest spread
such wonders as take us for granted here
up through
frond high
go by eye
ghosts come back to where we always leave off
slow – just in the time it takes
as trees are here to show
go gently with ourselves and all
as for the rest of one’s life
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