What Wind
by Lauren Suchenski
What wind fails
to admire
the courage of
roots
digging
What blasphemy is
budding on this
tree/
fire curled, rain-washed and pearlescent
The scent of hungered Marches
sinking into branch-flesh
Who is the rain, who is the rain
What spindled limbs chatter
below my feet/ fungal-networked
and social climbing
root dominions —
coerced, coerced;
connected — don’t you see? The roots are all
conspiring
The branches are all thirst and desiring/
The trunk —
rapturous
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