ImageHe offered me a leaf like a hand with
I offered him a hand like a leaf with teeth.
He offered me a
branch like an arm.
I offered him my arm like a branch.
He tipped his
trunk towards me
like a shoulder.
I tipped my shoulder to him
like a
knotted trunk.
I could hear his sap quicken, beating
like blood.
He could hear my blood slacken like rising sap.
I passed through him.
passed through me.
I remained a solitary tree.
a solitary

By Nichita Stanescu


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