Fri Jun 13 2003 - one tree
one tree
a stranger's hands will meet, unravel each baby finger to bury them deep. nurtured by sun, rain, and taller kin, you'll be home to squirrel and cardinals i hope. memory of darkly tanned skin, hand leaning on bark, mouth wearing grin.

somewhere in the empire state, it'll be planted in memory.

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Slipperman (Legacy)
8) is it tall enough to be a kaleidoscope yet?
 
 
 
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