Banyans
of our youth,
rich at morning,
sorry we swung
from your
irresistible
"branches."
Rapunzel Spun
Golden
you Mesmer
my eyes
Aerial roots
above the ground
reaching,
gravity - growing
Humble finger buds
long to reach
into soil.
Branches
bud shoots
which soar
to the ground,
taking root
becoming trunks;
a forest
of sister trees
interlaced.
Mysterious.
"Enter"
That beckoning space
long lingers
in one's thoughts;
even later
in one's thoughts;
even later
at the show-
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