Green canopy, room enough for two
bodies to stand as if under the first

tree of mythic consequence. Over-
head, bulbs of dormant sugar;

laddered calls of unseen birds.
Sometimes, drops of sap speckle
the leaves: meaning ours are not

the only mouths here. Sunlight winds
a circle around the cheek of early
summer. It is our nature to be

wary, but poised to tingling;
we are not accustomed to tenderness
that does not require reciprocation.

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