at the rate of trees

our roots
grew slowly

the very distant tips
touching
without our
ever knowing

they criss crossed
back and forth
beneath
the surface

for long years
before we learned
of their
intertwining

and now
what a pleasure
it is
that our
branches, too,
have grown close

how we
gently bend
closer

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