un done (a response poem to “Breeding Oak Trees” by Viola)


I wonder if the thickness of bark can be one day softened and openned so that, that which is inside can be seen and smelt. For all its beauty if that can be shared openly and enjoyed. cause its a healing thing, that which is sweet.

I’d like to know intimacy under stars and in the fields rooted in forever and id like to undo strange harms demanding the breeding of oak strong enough to stand centuries of oppression

I bet we’d feel good together our fleshy selves situated in sap swimming over and under unafraid that some fires can reach us

I bet most mistrust would vanish

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