"needles three to a bunch"
~Gary Snyder
pine needles wave in wind,
her uncompromising scent
invigors a resinous awakening
we could walk past her--
but her aroma pleads
so we stay and sit
upon drier needles,
sticking to our thighs-
mind quieting
our backs against her thick bark
spewing scent, infinitely
(we are free to leave)
we stay to soak up
her piney essence
making it our own
no boundaries for now
tree bark and erector spinae
dancing as one limb
Kate Lamberg
6/6/12
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