How slow trees grow
How slow trees
I am notnear enough
nearly enough
How slow
I am told to write
a biography of my character
My character is me.
Up north the trees are
giants They touch you
accidentally:
A touch on the train.
When I touch I use
Both hands.
When I am old and dying and someone says you did this
I will not mind.
How slow
One tree is so large
one could drive a bus through
It is carved open to allow that
(to carve something open)
When you touch you pass through
My character is unsure
How slow trees grow
When you pour cement in the knothole
To save a life
