There is nothing that
is not humming in the trees
how many cycles
have they been witness
to this deafening parade
hosting these brief trysts
letting carcasses
accumulate and fall down
while offspring gather
subterranean
collectors of time and sap
emerging only
after all the trees
grow strangely accustomed to
bearing the silence
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JuneHaikuWriMo 4
Joshua Keiter 