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When We Became Trees by Mary Christine Kane

published in Ponder Review, Spring 2017, Volume 1, Issue 1

When We Became Trees

by Mary Christine Kane

We saw them first on our walk. Bodies, once apart

reached toward each other

until limbs wrapped, roots kissed two trunks twisted into one.

We took a picture

sat with them awhile.

Back at the cabin: my branches into your trunk your leaves into my mouth

You nestled into my hair

heard the rustle.

We swayed and reached and fell into earth, then past it

I said, We are trees now.

They said we were

gorgeous together.

We should never be apart.

Until the day them came with their axes. You will die anyway.

When our first leaves fell

I didn’t know yet we were dying Petrifying

until two phantom trees,

a graying picture.

I hear the trees now

out my window.

They will all die:

storm, disease, lack of water.

I forget this

every time I feel the rough bark against my still soft hand.

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