Staying Together

when a fig bird goes splashing into my window

I know you threw it
it makes me look into the trees 
that droop so low 
they are telling a squirrel
 
come sleep in my palm
and burrow in my leaves to find 
sweet brown acorns that will
fill your home with glades
 
I want you to fill my home with glades
this hill will be crawling with grass rooted into my skin
I won’t want to push you up either
I’ll stay constant by the road
even when
so many cars gonna drive by 
 
This poem is about: 
Me

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