Reaching toward the sky
Unhindered by leaves
And blossoms
So that you can see homes
Nests that were hidden
They start out small
Then grow in distrust and sunlight
Clothing themselves in blossoms
Then leaves and fruit
Something to shield them
And something to give away
Until the heat recedes
Turning uniform green
Into snatches of sunset and fire
That fall
Bare to the snow and cold
Beautiful
A dead kind of beautiful
A slumbering kind of confidence
Like they don't care that you see their broken branches
The way the wind twisted them into their shape
The way someone pulled a chunk of bark off halfway up
They are solidarity
Arching their pale limbs toward the starlight and the snow drops
Bare and full
In a forest of branches.
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