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I am a Redwood - Jan. 2, 2024

  • Gary Hunter
  • Jan 2, 2025
  • 1 min read

taller than most of you gangly jacarandas

plump ficus’   tough-looking mesquites

frail palo verdes and stout pines

 

and more exposed to the elements

sunburn  cold  hurricanes and hail

while you nestle with neighbors

that cast shadows for each other

 

it’s also harder for me to push sap

to make leaves and farther to fall

 

but I will say I am happy

our roots are entangled

 

adore that we touch

in light winds

 

and embrace

when it storms

 
 
 

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