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aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamy

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaapine-green,

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahometown tree

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa living lighthouse, she

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaastands centered in my front yard

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaain a line with all her sisters evergreen.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabeneath the hem of her skirt is a hole.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa baseball once burrowed itself in the warm dirt,

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawhere the worms feast happily in their earthen home.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaashe was born through that dirt, her mother’s nursery.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatook form, a celestial body to orbit around, a nexus. she is

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabranches, limbs, intertwined tightly. Her trunk, a growing spine,

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabrown bones sprout outwards, a ribcage, protecting breath and heart.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaroots like red blood vessels run deep beneath the feet of creatures.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarabbit travelers, robin families, human habitats, all converging on her.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaainternal rings around, within, looped together, eternal fingerprints in the ground.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawe are

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaachildren of

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaour surroundings.

 aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabury  me  where  I  can  become  a  home,  a  fallen  tree,

                                                             where                the                   worms

                                        aaaaaaawill                          feast                            upon

                                                          my                                                  memory.