Engagement Encounter
Sunken in green
"Yawk!" "Yawk!" the cawing sounds.
Trunks, branches, twigs slope
and bend upward, as we bend towards each other,
Our common causes, showering out of us,
Drenched in the noise of the wood.
I'm returning to you now.
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