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Despre Boierism: manifest si razie
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2008-05-15 | | Redwoods think about forever. Dogwoods hold stars for spring. Alders make poor soil into honey. Limbs over rocks, arms folded behind my head. Leaf and sap in all trees. One tree, many different shapes of leaves. Bird are ornaments of songs adorning trees. I wonder about eagle in sky, with white head and yellow beak against blue. Everything is happening below with eagle perched on an oak tree growing soil to sky, like a Corinthian column left by the Greeks. All life, everywhere, from earth, moves through the roots, up the trunk, falls, returning to our ancestors, our unborn grandchildren, waiting their turn; standing. Cottonwoods pour perfume like snow flurries. Bones of fir holding roofs over our heads. Cedars shingles keep us dry and separate our yards. A Pacific Yew, go ahead, scratch the trunk, you will see red. They beckon us, trees, with only one request, They want us to sing. Laying their bodies before us, praise them as you pass one by. They are books, ribs of homes, floors for support and tissue for cleansing human skin— they are begging for our praise. One tree, many different shape. Blood and bones everywhere.
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