when two trees
touch for the first time
I see leaves hugging
and hands clasping
as if watching each other
separate for so long
spurs a flurry
of meet and greets
so longing to connect
they interlock branches
like green-skinned siblings
fostered too long apart
stroll down an old street
under this arch of relationships
it is caring
protective shade
lonely cats
never cry
in the hollow
of that contentment
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