THREE SISTERS

I slept by the light of the moon
In the heart of a burnt Redwood
Veins three hundred feet
Fell through
Roots deep
Below

Three Sisters show me
That I am of this
And ever thus
Never apart

Swaying with the breeze
This stoic being
Antenna of the ages
Embraced me

Laying there I could see
Thru ancient tears flowing down
Felt the first and the last
Grasping the ground

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