This entry is part 60 of 91 in the series Toward Noon: 3verses

After a hundred years of reaching
for the same, small portion
of filtered sunlight,

these three witch hazel trunks
have begun to merge. The ground bulges
over their common roots.

Back home, you stretch
a measuring tape from hand to hand
along your outstretched arms.

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