tree trunks
grown together
the one draped
diagonally
across the other
like a loaded
bandolier — gnarled
bolls, peckered
holes, barks
peeled to pith
not a limb
or a crown
between them —
stout souls
they stand
until some wind
some flood, some
cataclysm
dares to throw
them over
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