I WatchedA Poem by Oak TreeI watched. How it was never too late to surrender, to grasp what it means to be sunstruck, to heal. I watched. When we sounded a yawp on land, into the ocean, onto grass of leaves, of softness, when my language landed on your tongue, when our bodies, a neologism too swift to be remembered, colored another hour. And I was yours, too.
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