By Just L
Date: 2010 Sep 07
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Tree Ring Detectives

What is a minute, day, or a week between us when our hearts are so entwined together that it is inconceivable that we should ever part? Our roots have grown together underground; so, let them be unacquainted with this beautiful entanglement. It doesn’t matter anyhow… We are tree ring detectives; standing in each other’s shade; “looking up at leaves.”

("Looking Up at Leaves" is a poem by Barbara Howes, 1966)

Just L
Written September 7, 2010 – a work in progress