Sequoias

Remember when
You took me to see the Sequoias.
We stood at opposite ends and s t r e t c h e d.
You said you could tell how old it was
By the number of spirals on the inside.
You said our love would live so long,
It would put that ancient Sequoia to shame.
But all I can think of now is how
We might as well plant our own tree
In the space growing between us.





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