Long Dance


Bifurcated trees show up quite a lot

In these parts

Sometimes they look like a tall thin giant ent

Has just dove right into the dirt

Buried its head and arms in the ground

Maybe its stuck

Other times it’s more like a strange twinning

Locked for decades in a never-ending embrace

Dancing through the winter storms

Holding on as one

I imagine all the doomed lovers

Who have missed their chance

Being given this form as a just reward

Swaying skywards together

Joined at the base

Joined basely

Sap dripping

Plunging deep roots into the dirt

Where they hold on

To bedrock


David Trudel   © 2012

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