the trees know
each bud
holds their growth
absorbs the sun

radiates it back
onto your head
hand on a smooth face

We don’t know their names
their face their stories
as they know us

Blackout (erasure) poem a day, a page a day through Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer, published by Milkweed Editions. www.milkweed.org

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