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Tree Marriage


by William Meredith



In Chota Nagpur and Bengal

the betrothed are tied with threads to

mango trees, they marry the trees

as well as one another, and

the two trees marry each other.

Could we do that some time with oaks

or beeches? This gossamer we

hold each other with, this web

of love and habit is not enough.

In mistrust of heavier ties,

I would like tree-siblings for us,

standing together somewhere, two

trees married with us, lightly, their

fingers barely touching in sleep,

our threads invisible but holding.

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