Mountains seem divided
until dusk arrives.
Then shadow joins
ridge to ridge,
and what appeared as many forms
becomes one long sleeping body
beneath the stars.
roots tangled beneath an ancient forest,
invisible to one another,
but drinking
from the same deep water.
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Love has no quietus in the rooted world;
It is the river running under ice,
The final oakleaf, copper, cold and curled,
That pays its staying at diminished price ...