A Poem for Lisa Jarnot

vehicles are only frames
we move ever more rapidly
between the trees
and what we say
continues and the trees
continue what we say
saying trees
once we know
and before then
saying trees only through moving
frames our childhood
love of trees and then love
of saying “also” to every
thing a tree
to climb to frame to ride
a special engine
for our love

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