spoke out-loud my longing; please let me see-- then sharpened my eyes to observe below the cloaked surface, a thing so undervalued captured my attention take, for instance, the average forest tree stretching up of many, uncounted - able to touch the blue sky, taken for granted by familiar eyes, but I saw it there in its rooted place, unique-- that one, it's true, just one of many & I hugged it, deserving an honor far larger than its neglected function, I fixated & examined its rough bark, its dead branch-- articulating a legend of lightning untold, I took it in, the odor knotty bold & aged-earth- sapient from the severe changes of Northeastern Ohio, a lonesome sugar Maple tree, untapped - carved with yarns & tales most cannot learn because they've never taken the time --just to be-- to be-- at the root-level tutelage of a tree
Untapped
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Apr