You go to the park and ask is this my tree and perhaps you sit under for a while and then up you stand for it was not your tree you do not see the next tree you believe in the unseen that by the bridge there is a tree as solid as oak you say I can see it at a distance and beside it below dredged up from the water a message for me as roots extend into water into river dust and ashes we mingle here we send a rowboat off she who spells for us our grave earthen heartbeat
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