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Why Is It
My lover is so sweet.
I am really a tree dancing very
slowly and as separated
and repeated as a tree in a forest of
trees. Our roots are mixed
in a way that many think,
if given enough time,
they could be untangled.
Questions remain unanswered.
Changing the repitend
is like making the layers and layers
of sleep, of blood, of
stains unnamed.
The flora are more powerful
than fauna and people appear
only as intimates.
I must say something
anything and always feel
more thoughtful for having
thought it.
Copyright Louise Robertson
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Copyright Louise Robertson