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Written by Ian Miller on 2025-01-17 at 21:25

Old man tree and a poem by MS Merwin:

"Now it is clear to me that no leaves are mine

no roots are mine

that wherever I go I will be a spine of smoke in the forest

and the forest will know it

we will both know it

and that birds vanish because of something

that I remember

flying through me as though I were a great wind

as the stones settle into the ground

the trees into themselves

staring as though I were a great wind

which is what I pray for

it is clear to me that I cannot return

but that some of us will meet once more

even here

like our own statues

and some of us still later without names

and some of us will burn with the speed

of endless departures

and be found and lost no more"

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