Even the words are going somewhere urban
where they hope to find friends
waiting for them
some of the friends will think of trees as pleasant in a minor
way
much alike after all
to us
some of the friends will never be aware of a single tree
they will live in a world without a leaf
where the rain is misfortune
all the languages until now have flowed
from leaf to leaf
and have gone like faces
gone like the stone porches of small houses
and the smell of the forest
in the water of summer
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