could it be?

Fred Indoorscould it be
that poetry
is
the language of
the trees?

she thought.

so i am fred
and i am
hers
and she is
mine
seeking
the sacred and divine
places
down highways
at shores of lakes
way up
and down
as we
outgrew
those old pots
together
her and i.

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