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Darla Biel
CONSIDER
Consider going back to that first tree
you climbed. Remember how, from such great height, there wasn’t anything you couldn’t see:
Dawn perpetually broke; no melancholy fall; no sun’s submission to the night. Consider going back to that first tree
where all you knew was singularity. Despite the rash horizon’s arcing flight, there wasn’t anything you couldn’t see.
If you look hard, you’ll find, surprisingly, another child still in your line of sight. Consider going back to that first tree
and save the twin you left precariously in branches ever hung in dead of night. There wasn’t anything you couldn’t see.
The kind of tree--gum, oak, mahogany- matters not. Don’t try to get it right.
Consider going back to that first tree,
where there wasn’t anything you couldn’t see.
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