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The leaves fell hand in hand
into each other’s laps like club dances
and the gender of each root
was washed away by forty days and nights of rain.
"We are creatures of God, only he can judge us"
So let our xylem mate with phloem
until each tree's branches hold hands in false ceremonies.
Love has no boundaries.
Love has no gender
so when they tell the story of these woods
when they mention the leaves that fell one at a time
they will whisper "we are all god's creatures, only he can judge you".
©Paris “Chi†Butler, “Fornicating Leavesâ€. 2012. All Rights Reserved.
