So much unseen breathing.
Linden and pine; magnolia.

Bent willows, stoic 
oak. I was typing "sounds," 

but wrote "wounds" by mistake.
Perhaps there is no mistake.

Everything in the trees, under
the trees, bursting their lungs—

which is what we say when 
too much of anything spills over.

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