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I’ve lived an age in Oaxaca climes
encased in peppered mist
desolate with seasoned sun
a place of darkness
holding muted beams
as a seedling's life struggles 
to finger slots of light
but air laces trees 
with emerald moss like chiffon 

recall
when I was young
my roots riddled clay
clung to cleaving earth
terminating in time's vast abyss. 

my tendrils awoke 
drilled through tender soil
breaking the cold loam of deep memories,
arms contorted
fertile acorns grew,
crowns cruised in cloud 
that swayed and seethed

Their shoots were our future's legacy.

I mastered time 
over ages to grow,
others felled in prime to build furniture 
or raped by ships of war 

But now a distant breath warms 
ruffles my furthest leaves
prints scorched smooth
as lungs wheeze

I plead for birds to fly 
towards our bower
drink deep once more
our cool vintage Veracruz spring
hoping to join spirits haloed above

but in flaxen haze 
my ambered essence flies
across Sierra de Juarez
through skies azure to blaze with helios.

The horizon is now viewed in red
splayed like spider webs, 
my fingers embering ebony 
reach for sun and stars.

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