a lifetime ago

the holes in the skin
of this tree make a line
the woodpecker laid
the design

all the beetles inside made a home
in the hollow

the tree would die
and the woodpecker

follow

the sun would stitch the earth
together with light

the shadows would
grow the seams would
show

I knew then of thee

divine

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