trees I know well

raj
cedars by the creek
fir above the beach

I sit
and try to write to you

the waves lap against the shore
the rain drizzles
I try to write to you in french

escaping the rain
I climb under a tree
and crumple up one letter after another
not
quite
right

I close my eyes
lean back
and surrender
to my unwritingness

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