Let the space
between tree and “tree”
be humus.

Let the space between us
fill with roots
that are (not) mine.

Let form come from this exact
place, be knit

to this tree’s branching
as close as bark.

Because nothing is another thing
or a puppy of our thoughts

but only this
happening here between us:

let me grow a word for this.

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