Non-Erotic PoetryHigh PinesWind crippled
clinging to soil-hungry rift
old as the dirt they ache for
companions not by choice
nature chosen
bent and gnarled from thirst
they bow and scrape
bark bared and bleeding sap
to join them in
unnatural alliance
that they may live
another hundred years
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