Passages

Passages

They speak

 a language

of scent.

Balsam and spruce

converse.

in moist air.

Tree frogs trill. 

Even the birch

 breathe,

 bleeding still.

Broken limbs,

young and old

 rot

birthing fragrant humus,

compassion,

Forgiveness is

All that matters.

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