Away From Those Trees

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don’t go in to the forest
the being is too still
stay close to the ocean
who flows like blood from quill
stay away from those trees
where they throng in vast cahoots
spending lifetimes in growing
on the back of hidden roots
from one year to the next
those trunks stand up straight the same
but here, by Mama ocean
it’s a totally different game
for today her skin
is like a mirror, so flat
you can even see her veins
which run like branches, curved and fat
she’s calmed from whatever problem
turned her mirror to mountains
which scurried forewords and shorewards
to leave the trembling pebbles sodden