Together

by Jonathan Greene 

In an avenue of trees
dead ones
hugging live ones,
holding on,
their tops
crying together in high wind.
Old loves or
old adversaries ?
From youth,
years of working together
against gravity.
The dead held up from
their eventual descents
by entwined trunks, branches,
grapevines, all manner of
wondrous forestalling.

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