SWAYING TREE TOPS 



arms as though disinclined to wet 

 their hands in the shadows. The tide 

 stays ere it reaches the tree tops, and 

 all the night the trees hold their heads 

 above it. Toward the morning they 

 shake themselves awake, to greet the 

 sun without a shadow on their faces, 

 as good friends ever greet each other. 



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